"Qi... ye?"
Hong Ying stared at the familiar crimson figure before her and spoke uncertainly.
In the pitch-black night, Lin Qiye slightly turned his head. The burning gold of fury in his eyes gradually faded, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Sister Hong Ying, long time no see."
The moment she heard those words, mist uncontrollably welled up in Hong Ying's eyes. She looked at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, opened her mouth as if to say something, but could not get a single word out.
The last time they had met was during the catastrophe in Cangnan City. Back then, Lin Qiye had been driven mad by his soul being torn apart, and that was Hong Ying's final impression of him... Four or five years had passed in the blink of an eye. Lin Qiye was no longer the high school boy he had been; time and hardship had left their marks on his face, and his entire bearing had changed completely.
Hong Ying had long heard that Lin Qiye had been ordered to establish the Fifth Special Squad, and she had heard the name Nightfall plenty of times over the years. But when Lin Qiye truly stood before her in a Crimson Cloak, she still felt as though she were dreaming.
The roars of giant beasts continuously rang out around them. Several Giant Snakes that Li Zhengzhi had knocked down from the battlefield surged toward them. Lin Qiye frowned and spoke softly.
"Sister Hong Ying, I'll kill the enemy first. We can talk later."
As soon as he spoke, Lin Qiye's figure flickered, turning into a streak of night that vanished from where he stood.
Hong Ying stared in the direction where he had been standing and finally came back to herself. Wen Qimo walked over,