Finally, his clenched hand suddenly loosened...

Xiao He was only slightly taken aback when he was seriously embraced in his arms, and his breath stopped completely.

This isn't acting, nor is it a deliberate demonstration for anyone.

The unexpected embrace caught him off guard.

But Wang Xuefeng didn't say anything, and just held on firmly until the three minutes were up, when he finally had to let go.

Even though he didn't say a word the whole time, Xiao He still understood his message.

Staring blankly at his departing figure, the jeers and commotion had long since been filtered out, and the world was so quiet that it seemed as if only his lingering heartbeat remained.

"It's a bit absurd... no, it's utterly absurd..."

"But why...?"

While rubbing his forehead, Xiao He picked up the water jug ​​left on the table and inexplicably drank it as if it were wine.

"possible……"

"Am I the same kind of person as him...?"

Xiao He was stunned, but the unease in his heart had already dissipated in that embrace.

Although he had long been accustomed to the physical pain and the loneliness, being "accustomed to loneliness" does not mean liking loneliness.

"One group! Ready—"

Wang Xuefeng returned to his position and silently picked up his gun.

For him, it was a very simple choice.

Because the most important person in his heart, from beginning to end, was only "Xiao Xiaole".

-

"No matter who you are, no matter where you are, within five years at most, I will definitely come find you, and then we can continue to hang out together, okay?"

"1"