"What's wrong?" Su Mingan asked.
"Do you know why our city has been able to survive tenaciously amidst the monster tide?" Shan Shuang turned his head away: "Look up... It's because of that building - because of the people in that glazed building."
Su Mingan raised his eyes.
He saw that the building looked particularly luxurious, with glazed tiles on the top, emitting beautiful light in the ruins. It was a building where the upper class lived. During his journey, he heard many civilians complain about these upper class people.
"The people in that building are all my companions." Shan Shuang said, "They are as strong as I am."
Su Mingan listened quietly and noticed that she was wiping her tears quietly.
He looked away, pretending he hadn't seen it. As the second commander of the revolutionary army, she was not a girl who needed to be taken care of, but an independent and powerful general.
"Because in order to save this city before the world crisis, those people in the Glazed Tower must work day and night to inject energy into the gems in the building to support the defensive barrier." Shan Shuang said: "Life dissipates little by little, energy is extracted little by little, and when the resources in the body are exhausted... they are gone."
She seemed to remember something and immediately added:
"Oh, by the way, you don't have to feel guilty. If your experiment is successful, we can hold on for a few more months or years without any regrets."
Su Mingan looked at the beautiful building.
He seemed to see countless lives disappearing under a piece of beautiful glass.
Perhaps, those soldiers who cursed the upper class did not understand that most of the people they cursed were already dead, and even died faster than they did on the battlefield.
In this world, it seems that no one lives purely for self-interest.
He once again recalled the look the morning sun gave him before it set. It was like looking at hope, like looking at the warm spring sun. He was being dragged so hard that it seemed like a wildfire igniting the earth.
——People so desperately want him to be alive and bring them the future.
The white stretcher, as white as snow, slowly passed by him.
"Are you still cold?" Shan Shuang held his hand and asked him softly.
"Cold." Su Mingan confirmed again:
"It's even colder now..."
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