An An nodded; she understood and was already mentally prepared.
This time, no matter how long it takes, she must personally tell Lu Mingfei what she wants to say.
A person's life may be long, or it may be short, and no one can predict what will happen tomorrow.
An An feels that living in the moment is most important.
In the days ahead, don't ask if it's fate or disaster, just want to do happy things with loved ones.
Qiao Lu and An An worked together to make lunch, and in such a highland area, there are always lots of good things to eat.
When they finished preparing lunch and started eating, halfway through the meal, a dark-skinned man in military fatigues suddenly walked in.
Sweat was slightly beading on his forehead, and his face looked solemn, indicating something urgent must have happened.
Qiao Lu saw Feng Zhixin return and was startled, "Mr. Feng, what's going on? Are you hurt?"
