So much so that when there was a popping sound outside the iron gate, he didn't even know someone was coming.
But soon, there was another sound.
Then, there was the second sound.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Like the crackling sound of fireworks, there was a sound like spilled popcorn at the door, just like the fireworks launched into the sky on the night of Fuyuan Festival, exploding with a deafening sound.
“Bang—boom—!!!”
The mechanical military sounds outside the door gradually disappeared, and what followed was a violent space shattering. The iron door that was completely sealed was blasted with cracks bit by bit, from points to lines, from lines to surfaces, and from scattered puzzles to a whole big hole. The entire metal door was cracked to both sides in the vibration.
Finally, under the swaying warm light, a hole appeared in the iron gate.
A black-haired young man walked over a pile of metal fragments, covered in rain and blood.
Noah slowly raised his head, his eyes trembling as he followed the young man. The black-haired young man, who was soaked all over, broke through the door, swung his sword, rushed forward, cut off the blood-red hose, and ran towards him in a few steps.
Their intersecting sights seemed to be locked by the fluttering white feathers. At that moment, Noah seemed to have all his vision blocked. He could see nothing except the young man who came.
The next moment, the light outside the door was blocked by shadows. Su Ming'an stood in front of Noah, squatted down, and hugged him who was lying on the ground. He used his sticky hands covered with blue blood to hold the back of Noah's head, connecting his shoulders and neck.
"...Grandpa?" Noah said softly. He was embraced in a smoky and dusty embrace, as if he had stepped into spring in an instant.
Hug is the most beautiful word in the language.
When souls embrace each other, their temperatures are touching, just like one stream merging into another stream, they can get all-encompassing tolerance and satisfaction.
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