Was that why those memories had no effect on her behavior?
I found that last possibility hard to believe. Memories that horrifying made every hair on my body
stand on end just thinking about them. What did it mean to be unable to live,
yet unable to die?
This was what it really meant...
I took a deep breath, lay down on the back seat, drew the curtains over both windows, then picked up the clothes in the back of the car.
Before we left, I had asked Ning Jing to prepare plenty of spare clothes. At the time, I hadn't expected the entire military region to evacuate,
so I had brought a lot of clothes,
in case something happened on the road and we needed a change.
I changed into clean clothes. Though I was still drenched in sweat, I couldn't worry about that now.
It was scorching outside, and I had spent the whole midday fighting. When I lay down on the back seat, exhaustion made my vision
go black.
When I woke up, it was already dark outside. With the curtains drawn on both sides, I couldn't see what was out there. The car
had stopped too,
and nobody was inside. Ning Jing and Sasha were both gone.
A commotion drifted over from the distance. I had no idea what was happening there.
I slowly sat up, hunger and lingering drowsiness still gnawing at my awareness.
Wiping my face, I turned to get out of the car. As I did, I instinctively glanced into the distance. Over there... something really seemed
to have happened.
A huge crowd had surrounded something. Some civilians were shouting, "Kill them!" Others yelled, "Why
did you do this?" and things like that. It
looked pretty chaotic.
I wasn't in a hurry to