The heavy rain washed away the dust, but it couldn't wash away the blood before her eyes.
At last, Seventeen had come.
Doctor Lane was a madman who cared neither for life nor death, nor any of his research outcomes, he only wanted to drag everyone down to hell with him.
The bomb was detonated. The underground laboratory was mostly destroyed, and rainwater kept pouring in through the cracks that had opened up in the ceiling.
Before she completely lapsed into unconsciousness, Hannah tightly grasped the two boat tickets in her hand.
She saw someone swimming towards her, rainwater drenching his black hair, he had a pair of beautiful eyes, like the most dazzling rubies, capturing one's attention at first glance.
"I got the boat tickets."
Everything before Hannah's eyes had already started to blur. There were wounds on her hands, on her legs, and on her back. She was soaking in the water, the blood spreading around her.
