"Okay, got it." Bai Yifan's face turned pale.
This news, truly shocking.
"Anyway, you're leaving tomorrow, remember not to go out alone with Captain Zhu today," Zhao Zhen reminded.
Bai Yifan was his classmate, and he didn't want him to die.
If he died, there'd be no one to share milk powder with.
"Alright, don't worry, take care!"
Bai Yifan earnestly bid farewell.
In this post-apocalyptic world, who knows if they'll meet again.
"Take care!"
Zhao Zhen seriously responded, pulling out his most treasured card from his pocket, handing it to Bai Yifan.
This card was a rare one students loved to collect, said to be one in ten thousand.
He was lucky, having only bought once and hit the jackpot.
Carefully cherished it, now giving it as a gift to Bai Yifan.
Bai Yifan solemnly accepted it.
A man's farewell does not involve tears.
Both wore serious expressions, patting each other's shoulder, turning to leave.
