He headed there, back to that original place.
After driving for dozens of minutes, he finally stopped the car outside the cabin.
He looked at the deep crater blasted into the ground outside the courtyard; the cabin door had already been blasted open, with shattered glass and the cold wind curling in with the residual snow.
Lu Xiao just stared at that scene, feeling as if somewhere deep inside him had been pierced with a sharp knife.
His fingertips trembled faintly.
Although there were special police to protect her here, the place had still been ravaged. He didn't even dare to think about what she might have gone through.
Where she was now, whether she was hurt...
All of this was unknown to him.
This was his world, scarred and in turmoil; this was his life, fraught with anxiety.
Lu Xiao stayed there, not leaving.
Kekexili was vast. If the signal couldn't get through, the chances of finding her would be slim, and he worried even more that he might miss her.
