Ji Li had not seen Yu Guo's face in a long time.
Time that rushed by had never truly existed; there would never be a December 32nd in this world.
Yet for people, time still passed for real, unseen and irresistible.
In the night where white and black intertwined, the swirling snow was as white and pure as it had been two nights ago, cold against their faces.
The torn spatial rift was like a curtain being pulled aside. Behind the safe stood two trembling figures, supporting someone exhausted and on the verge of death.
This was the first time Ji Li and Yu Guo had met since the mission began. The last time, Yu Guo's cervical vertebra had been broken, and he had been unable to lift his head.
Ji Li's gaze was intent. He stared at Yu Guo's face as though using all his strength.
This cheerful, optimistic young man looked no different from his usual self.
Every time Yu Guo saw Ji Li, he smiled genuinely and easily. That kind of smile belonged to him alone.
During the first half of this mission, Yu Guo had displayed wisdom and planning unlike anything he had shown before, leading everyone step by step toward the truth.
It was as though he had used up every bit of brainpower he would ever possess, leaving himself without any strength at all.
Perhaps he was tired. Or perhaps he knew Ji Li had taken over for the second half.
Thinking back, that was how it had always been...
Whenever Ji Li was around, Yu Guo hardly ever offered strategies or fought for anything on his own. He yielded all the glory.
Perhaps that was precisely why he had seemed so dazzling in this mission.
This mission had been so long, as long