At all costs, this air force finally broke through the layers of defense and entered Kyoto. Especially the more than 2,000 frost bone dragons, their frost breath and amazing defensive power, in the case that every anti-aircraft missile is very precious, in order to solve them, the military really made a lot of confusion for a while, and then they were cleaned up.

The air force caused a lot of damage to the defenses of Kyoto, and Zhuang Yichen walked as he walked, and he could see the traces left by yesterday's air battle.

Rescue and repair efforts have continued, and from time to time wounded fighters have been rescued from collapsed defenses. From time to time, the cold corpses of young warriors were lifted out of the rubble and brought to the crematorium.

A few steps further, a faint commotion suddenly came from a block ahead.

Zhuang Yichen couldn't help but follow the sound curiously and walked forward, not long after walking, just turned a street, and saw a large number of people gathered in front of him.

It was an anti-aircraft position, and it was clearly under the heavy care of the Frost Bone Dragon during yesterday's battle. On the ground not far ahead, there was the shattered, charred remains of a frost bone dragon.

A seven-story building collapsed, and the rescue team had apparently been busy here for a long time. The seven-story building was an important air defense command center with a large number of non-combat crews. Zhuang Yichen looked at the crowd gathered together, and walked up curiously.

The crowd was about 100 people, and Zhuang Yichen had just walked over, only to see a melodious and tactful singing voice gently coming out of the crowd.

The singing is clear and tactful, with a hint of sadness, but it doesn't sound hopeless. The feeling is like a green meadow after an autumn rain, with golden leaves scattered on the green lawn, beautiful and quiet, which makes people reverie infinitely.

Since the first sentence of the song sounded, Zhuang Yichen's body was shocked, and he was immediately stunned in place as if he had been hit hard. The song continues, floating among the ruins.

“…… Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd. ”

"I can't forget your face again."

"I dream of seeing each other again by chance,"

"Since then, I have been lonely and missing."

“……”

Zhuang Yichen squeezed into the crowd with the singing. On top of a slightly raised piece of cement rubble, a familiar figure was standing on it, with short hair fluttering slightly in the breeze.

The girl who was singing was Qi Han.

Looking at her figure, the memories of the past poured out in an instant, surging into Zhuang Yichen's heart like a tide.

The song was like a gentle breeze, blowing away the dust spilled by time, turning the pages of those past days one by one, and resurfacing in his mind one by one.

“……”

"When I miss you, you are in the sky, and when I miss you, you are in front of you."

"When I miss you, you are in my head, and when I miss you, you are in my heart."

“……”

With the clear and graceful singing, the magical elements between the heaven and earth around him also fluctuated slightly. Zhuang Yichen could feel the holy and warm breath of holy light magic in it, and that breath made people immerse themselves in the atmosphere of memories created by the singing, just like having a warm palm, gently soothing the pain in everyone's heart.

The sky was still gloomy and gray, and there was deadly fallout everywhere. On top of the ruins of the frost bone dragon's attack, among the ruins of the apocalypse, the people who had just fought were wiping away their blood, putting away their grief, and singing about love.

"I'd rather believe that we had a fate in a past life,"

"The love story of this life will not change again."

"I'd rather wait for you to find out,"

"I've always been by your side, never going far."

The song reached its climax, and the whole world was enveloped in the aura of holy and soft divine light magic. Feathers of light condensed from the sky and then slowly dissipated again.

On the pile of rubble in the center, every tip of Qi Han's hair was shining with a soft white shimmer. It's like a distant dream.

Zhuang Yichen allowed his mind to be immersed in the atmosphere created by Qi Han. The familiar figures were in the slowly rising and falling white points of light, as if they were walking down from the clouds, with a shallow smile, looking at Zhuang Yichen, as if they were about to speak in the next second:

"Boss, you must live well."

Those past memories and the last scene have been locked into the depths of memory by Zhuang Yichen, not wanting to touch them, let alone touching them.

Since the end of the world, all the memories have been repeated in his mind like a movie. Zhuang Yichen has always thought that he will never have tears again, and he has always felt that his heart is hard enough and cold enough. But at this moment, he was in tears.

“…… It's just because in the crowd that I look at you one more time. ”

The singing gradually stopped, and the last sentence slowly flowed out of Qi Han's mouth, and scattered between heaven and earth with the holy light points flying lightly in the sky.

Zhuang Yichen sniffed lightly, then wiped the tears from his face, and began to turn his head and walk back.

I know you're doing well, and I've seen you the way you look. In that case, then I won't bother anymore.

Those bits and pieces of the past, Zhuang Yichen really didn't have the courage to touch them again, and he didn't have the courage to face them again. After all, he flew, like a gust of wind, but he was also destined to throw off all his fetters.

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded softly from behind Zhuang Yichen.

"Sir, will you wait a minute?"

Zhuang Yichen's footsteps paused, and then continued to walk forward.

"Sir, may you wait a minute?"

The holy white points of light in the sky slowly melted into the air, and the world returned to its original state. The crowd of onlookers also came back to their senses from Qi Han's singing, and followed her line of sight towards Zhuang Yichen, who was leaving.

Zhuang Yichen's feet sped up a few steps, and the voice from behind him suddenly became a little more urgent.

"Sir! Your back is a lot like a friend of mine. Could you please wait a minute? ”

The crowd of onlookers began to discuss, Zhuang Yichen slowly stopped, turned his back to Qi Han, and stood in place.

"Sir, may you turn it around?"

"I'm sorry, forgive me for this rude request, because you really resemble him."

He lowered his head, and Qi Han's voice sounded from behind him again. The voice was as gentle and beautiful as ever, sweet and glutinous, with a hint of distressing anxiety.

"Please, sir, I really miss him."

Zhuang Yichen wiped the tears from his face, then turned around, looked over the crowded crowd, and looked at Qi Han from afar. He waved his hand vigorously,

"Hey, long time no see."