"Please note that your choice is likely to change the future of humanity. Please choose carefully."

Shang Ting knocked on the cabin door impatiently, "I'm sure it will be nine years from the end of the world."

Nine years after the end of the world, there was his Shushu.

"OK."

Time passed minute by minute, and Shang Ting suddenly opened his slightly closed eyes, a sneer flashing across his eyes. Is it still like this...

It was his wishful thinking.

"Warning! Warning! Backtracking failed!"

"Time and space are disordered!"

"An unknown higher power is intervening!"

"Ding—the system has activated the self-destruct program!"

Shang Ting slowly closed his moist eyes, a crimson blush at the corners of his eyes. His whole body trembled slightly, and then he revealed a bitter smile, "Ha... Shushu, where are you... What on earth should I do to find you..."

The ending tone trembles slightly.

The man burst into tears.

After a while, Shang Ting pulled out a small silver silenced gun from his waist and put the muzzle against the slender pale neck. He raised the corner of his lips and said, "I'm having a hard time, Shushu... Please have pity on me and come to see me... Please."

It's snowing heavily outside the window.

The wind howled eerily.

The man died very quietly.

Without alarming anyone.

There was a satisfied smile on his face.

——He is going to see the lover he has been thinking about day and night.

Pan Shu raised her chin, tears streaming down her fair and delicate face. She suddenly understood why there was such a service as emotional cleansing.

The aftereffect is really strong.

Those people died in front of her eyes.

In the real world, Panshu is just a rich second-generation who lives a life of idleness and waits for death and abides by the law.

Qiqi is not here.

Ban Shu had no choice but to go to the next world by herself.

…

The clothes are fragrant and the hair is beautiful, the water waves are swaying.

"Don't worry, I won't live long. Please bear with me for a moment."