He could still feel the intense aura of death emanating from the other person.
Those who returned from the battlefield, more or less, were all like this.
Jay Brown once envied that, but now... His mind was solely occupied with the conversation between Emma and Wayne Lane just moments ago.
"So, Hannah really isn't dead, is she?"
After asking this question, Jay Brown lifted his head.
Wayne Lane could clearly see in the eyes of the young man opposite him a different kind of emotion – was it heat or excitement?
At least it wasn't fear like everyone else.
Wayne Lane looked up at the moonlight in the sky, the corners of his mouth rising slightly, his voice light, "It's her."
The moment he got the answer, Jay Brown's heart wouldn't stop pounding, like a relentless drum.
He regarded Hannah as the goal of his life's pursuit, the more he knew about her, the deeper he fell.
"You seem very interested in Hannah?" Wayne Lane asked.
