Yu Yue's fingers brushed past the exotic long eyebrow tail of Su Huan, and subconsciously, the swamp like a sea of flowers flashed in her mind.
The voice fell low, "Be careful."
"I will."
The time spent in tenderness is always brief, and by the time Su Huan stood on the car roof in a black and brown knit sweater, the Armed Corps was already prepared to depart.
The soldiers, each with a fierce demeanor, lined up neatly under the train head. Those above the rank of sergeant were all uniformly dressed in [Tier Three Guardian] Power Armor, helmets open, holding Pan Energy Gravity Axes or other heavy weapons.
All other soldiers wore combat suits underneath, with grey-green trench coats on the outside. The coat bore only a train head emblem symbolizing rank, reinforcing the cold, murderous style to the utmost.
People's gazes were fixed on the train conductor on the roof: some with reverence, others with fervor.
