Chapter 373 Our Dad
At the highest point of Longji Mountain, there is a Gothic-style church. The towering spires, pointed ribbed vaults, slender columns and dark gray tones make the ancient church look mysterious and solemn.
There stands a tall tower in the middle of the church entrance, and on the south wall of the tower is inlaid an exquisite astronomical clock.
This self-ringing clock designed according to the geocentric principle has survived wars and restorations. After running for hundreds of years, it finally stopped on the day of the end of the world.
Ai Wanxin stood on the top of the clock tower. The sunlight shone through the illusion of a golden shield that covered the sky like a canopy over Zhangcheng, casting a touch of magnificence in her deep eyes.
She lowered her eyes to look at the situation below the mountain. Li Fanbo had probably intended to transfer the survivors to the ground of Dragon Ridge Mountain a long time ago, so he cleared all the lush vegetation on the mountain and built solid fortifications halfway up the mountain based on the terrain and the original buildings.
The messy buildings above the mountainside were razed to the ground, leaving only neat residential buildings, to ensure that there were no blind spots where zombies or mutant animals could hide.
The first residents to evacuate the underground base have been resettled into residential buildings one after another. On the cross-river bridge in the distance, there is still a steady stream of people and vehicles, moving slowly towards Longji Mountain like a long dragon.
There were steady and familiar footsteps behind her. Ai Wanxin turned around and met the eyes of Yin Yanhan who was going upstairs with boxes of milk.
I'm unfamiliar with this place and I don't know where Brother Han found the milk.
Ai Wanxin slightly bent her eyes and her gaze fell on Yin Yanhan's handsome and firm face with deep contours. In an instant, the deep and cold face in front of her overlapped with the pale and blood-stained face in her dream.
Ai Wan's heart skipped a beat. An indescribable fear gripped her heart, so much so that her hands on the stone railing began to tremble uncontrollably.
Yin Yanhan keenly noticed her abnormality. He walked a few steps to Ai Wanxin, put the milk carton aside, cupped her hands in his palms, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Ai Wanxin's breathing became a little rapid. She shook her head, pulled her hand out of Yin Yanhan's, wrapped her arms around his sturdy and tight waist, and buried her face in his broad and strong chest.
Yin Yanhan's thick eyelashes trembled slightly. Without asking any more questions, he held her in his arms and put his hand on the back of her neck, kneading it gently.
After a long time, Yin Yanhan felt the warm body in his arms relax.
"Brother Han." Ai Wanxin raised her head, rested her chin on Yin Yanhan's shoulder, and said softly, "I once said something."
"Hmm?" Yin Yanhan's deep and pleasant voice sounded in her ears.
Because they were so close, Ai Wanxin could feel the vibration of Yin Yanhan's chest when he spoke.
"I said, I was weak and incompetent in the past, and I had no power but to let fate take its course. Now, I must never let this happen again." She repeated word for word what she had said in her dream. Her eyes fell on the mottled inner wall of the clock tower, and seemed to pass through the wall, looking into the distance.
“But I didn’t do it.”
Yin Yanhan did not respond, but his eyes grew darker, and the hand that was around her waist unconsciously increased its strength.
Yin Yanhan knew that she was talking about her past life, those past events that she had already forgotten, but they still haunted her.
Noticing the change in Yin Yanhan's mood, Ai Wanxin moved a little further away from him, looked into his eyes and smiled: "Brother Han, I'm fine, because I suddenly figured it out."
"If I can't do it once, I'll try again," she said slowly and firmly.
"Okay." Yin Yanhan didn't say much. All his promises were contained in this simple word.
"Sweetheart--" He Yang's voice came from under the bell tower. Ai Wanxin let go of Yin Yanhan's hand and leaned on the stone railing to look down.
He Yang raised his high-spirited and unruly face, his eyes automatically filtered out Yin Yanhan standing next to Ai Wanxin, and said with a bright smile: "Aunt Li, please go to the command center."
Ai Wanxin's eyes flashed with the incomplete body of He Yang in her dream. She was dazed for a moment, then said, "Here it comes."
She supported herself on the stone railing with one hand and jumped lightly from the top of the bell tower.
He Yang opened his arms and took her into his arms steadily. He took the opportunity to kiss her on the face and said with a smile: "Sweetheart, I told our dad about the Speaker's order. He went to block the Speaker before dawn. He will definitely be there when the meeting starts. If the Speaker embarrasses you, he will not sit idly by. Don't worry."
Ai Wanxin was held tightly by him. She could feel the hot temperature of his strong chest and the vigorous explosive power of his body through her clothes. This vivid feeling made her feel strangely calm.
She couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's just a little thing~"
Seeing that she didn't struggle and didn't refute our father's statement, He Yang said happily: "Sweetheart, your affairs are nothing small in my heart."
"Eh~" Han Ce fell to the ground with a thud, his face showing an expression that he couldn't bear to look at. "Hey, He Yang, you are too corny, aren't you?"
He Yang then let go of Ai Wanxin and stared at him warily, "Why are you still here? Don't you think you've come to the wrong place?"
Han Ce put away his exoskeleton armor, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I'm here to report the progress of my work to my junior sister."
He Yang's heart was filled with alarm: "My sweetheart doesn't have time to take care of your guards, so don't play tricks."
Han Ce didn't argue with him. He looked at Ai Wan and thought, "Junior sister, my team members and I followed your instructions and helped to clean up the base to ensure that no one escaped."
He Yang was so angry that he laughed: "When did my sweetheart tell you? She told us!"
Han Ce shook his head and sighed: "He Yang, you are too petty."
Yin Yanhan walked out of the bell tower, ignored the two childish ghosts, and walked down the mountain with Ai Wanxin.
Soon, Ai Wanxin's other sentinels also turned back to report. Bu Yuanxun and Li Fanbo stood in front of the three-story building that served as the temporary command center, watching Ai Wanxin stride towards them with an expressionless face. She was tall and straight, heroic and radiating an invisible aura. Behind her were a group of fierce and sharp sentinels with eagle-like eyes. Bu Yuanxun felt as if a huge pressure was placed on his heart, and he felt that he might not be able to take over the Zhangcheng base.
The video conference room was on the third floor. The sentries were left downstairs, and only Ai Wanxin, Li Fanbo and Bu Yuanxun entered the meeting room alone.
There were no tables or chairs in the conference room, only a holographic video device in the middle. Ai Wanxin glanced at the empty conference room and said with a smile: "Colonel Bu, do you know who was the last person who didn't set up a seat for the general? What happened to him in the end?"