Chapter 1940
Chapter 1940: If You’re Alive, I’ll Forgive You (5)
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Glenn Hutchinson frowned and looked ahead.
It was a desolate city, marked by the traces of shells and bullets. The bombings had left the buildings in ruins, as far as the eye could see, only remnants of walls and debris remained.
Here, there would be no trace of civilians.
But it was more dangerous than places with civilians present.
There might be a group of armed people here, typical brutal insurgents, who wouldn’t leave any words behind if encountered.
Glenn Hutchinson dismounted from the motorcycle.
Flossie Wright remained on the bike.
She tilted her head slightly to meet Glenn’s gaze and coldly spoke, "I’ll wait for you on the other side of the city before the sun rises."
With that said, she offered no further explanation.
She revved the motorcycle and headed straight towards the danger-filled city along a straight road.
Glenn Hutchinson furrowed his brows, and a trace of worry flickered across his expression.
Unfortunately, there was no time to react before Flossie’s silhouette disappeared into the city.
Without any delay, Glenn drew out two guns and quickly proceeded towards the city.
He understood Flossie’s intention.
Flossie hadn’t reached a final decision yet. Perhaps, given more time, she still wouldn’t be able to choose.
So, she left the final outcome to destiny.
If she survived, and he survived, then everything would be fine.
If she survived, or he survived, that would also be a result.
Finally, there was one result Glenn didn’t think about.
He could die, but Flossie couldn’t.
When Flossie rode into the city, she deliberately glanced back.
Having gone too far, she didn’t see any trace of him.
Behind her was emptiness. Under the bright moonlight, only the desolate road and the buildings came into view.
So, she retracted her gaze.
Then drove ahead again with the motorcycle.
The night wind was too cold, and without a helmet, her eyes nearly teared up, her hair fluttering behind her ears, a chilling sensation rushing straight to her heart.
She indeed couldn’t decide.
Whether to forgive or to leave for good.
She had two worlds, yet she started to realize that neither world, once integrated into her memory, could be easily removed.
Longing, and clinging.
She didn’t know what she should choose, just like she didn’t know which was more important to her.
So, she brought Glenn here.
This was the city where they truly met for the first time, back then, it was a bustling city.
If she began to believe in fate, then she left this choice to the city.
As long as he survived, she’d never bring up the matter again.
Whether she lived or died, she would have no regrets.
If he died—
Then, so be it.
The wind rushing towards her made Flossie squint slightly, she drew a gun from her waist, aiming straight at the sky.
She pulled the trigger!
A loud bang broke through the quiet night sky.
The aura of danger and tension rushed towards her.
This night was destined not to be peaceful again.
Thinking this, Flossie rested the gun for a moment, then drove into a corner with the motorcycle, the rumbling sounding as if afraid no one would hear it.
— End of Chapter 1940 —