The car was still jolting along, but Trist had already fallen silent.
Wrapped in that filthy blanket, he remained frozen in place.
Lu Ban's face was reflected in his eyes. In the darkness, it looked like the only light.
Lu Ban had experienced partings before, but he had never witnessed a friend's death with his own eyes.
Yet he also knew perfectly well that this was not the end. They could not stop here.
The car stopped. Xiya turned around, and before she could say anything, she noticed Trist's condition.
"Uncle Trist?"
Xiya reached toward the back seat, but stopped halfway. She was careful and timid, afraid to touch Trist.
It was as though, as long as she did not confirm it herself, this had not yet happened.
"What were his last words?"
After a moment of silence, Xiya asked.
"No matter what it costs, I must save this world."
Lu Ban spoke in a low voice.
He glanced at Momiji.
The girl shrank her neck timidly. The two of them only exchanged a glance, but Lu Ban already understood everything.
Clearly, Momiji had also obtained all of her memories.
Would she be afraid of him?
Would she think that he had deceived and betrayed her?
Would she struggle with all her might to stay alive, unwilling to let him leave?
"Let him stay here."
Lu Ban said this to Xiya.
Xiya did not respond.
Seeing this, Lu Ban opened the door and got out. He then opened the door beside the driver's seat and pulled Xiya out of the car.
On the other side, Momiji also slowly got out. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling somewhat cold.
The night had originally been hot, damp, and sticky, but at some point, it had begun to turn cold.
The chilly