They had a glimmer of hope more than those worlds that were destroyed in silence.
Even though this hope was faint, he would never give up until the very last moment, and he believed that everyone standing here today felt the same unwillingness to give up.
"Give me one."
A familiar voice suddenly sounded beside him.
Tang Zelin turned his head to the side and saw Shen Han. Without saying much, he reached into his pocket, took out a pack of cigarettes, and handed it over.
Shen Han didn't stand on ceremony, taking the pack, sliding out one for himself, then handing the rest back to Tang Zelin, and lit his cigarette with the flame in Tang Zelin's hand.
He took a deep drag and then exhaled.
Standing shoulder to shoulder with Tang Zelin, he watched everyone.
It was only after half the cigarette had burned down that Shen Han spoke up, "I always thought I was not much different from you, but now it seems I was wrong."
Tang Zelin glanced at him and turned back around.
