The bus jolted along as usual. The people on board looked at one another in silence.
Of the eleven people who had started the mission, only the three of them remained.
During the mission, Du Moyu could force himself not to think about the constant threat of death. But now, everything was over.
Chen Hao, Lei Mingyu, and Pang Xiaofeng's faces flashed through his mind one after another. In the blink of an eye, he was the only one left of the brothers who had faced life and death together. The grief and heartache were impossible to put into words.
In the end, the Fatty was the one to break the silence. He patted Du Moyu on the shoulder and comforted him. "Brother Du, I know you're hurting. We... We've also lost brothers in the missions, more than one, actually. So... we know how you feel."
"Chen Hao was a good man. He died to save you. He didn't dare take the chance..." As the Fatty spoke, his eyes reddened too, and he choked up, unable to go on.
Chen Hao had died to save Du Moyu, Lei Mingyu, and the others. And wasn't the same true of the Fatty's brothers?
Wang Qi had died to save him, and so had Huai Yi.
This bus was like a great furnace. Who knew how many vibrant lives had been lost here? Love, friendship, family... Every kind of bond was put to the test between life and death.
Sadly, this bus cared only about rules, not feelings.
The dead were not entirely gone. They had entrusted their lives to others, allowing them to be carried on and continued in another, noble way.
And the living were not entirely alive. A part of them would remain on this bus forever, buried alongside their