"This can't possibly be Zhou Yang, right?"
Qian Miao erupted in silence, suddenly looking at the others.
"This definitely isn't Zhou Yang! How long have we been outside, and how long has Zhou Yang been in here? How could it... how could it become like this? There must be some problem, right?"
In his frenzied eyes, there was a glimmer of hope.
"Maybe this flesh and blood were here all along, but no one ever used this restroom, so they weren't discovered, right? It must be like this! Zhou Yang definitely just couldn't take it and ran out!"
"Even if you say he forfeited, it's better than telling me this is Zhou Yang!"
Qian Miao was somewhat frantic, and by the end, his voice was almost despairing, angry, and powerless as he roared.
Two living people...
Two living people who had always been bound together, always together, vanished in the blink of an eye...
Qian Miao genuinely found it hard to accept.
He couldn't help but hold his head and squat down.
