Without that frightening pressure,

Without that frightening pressure, Ye Qingyu could finally sit up.

Seeing the direction that Song Xiaojun had disappeared in, his expression finally settled down.

This time, Ye Qingyu did not rush in the air to shout the name of Song Xiaojun. He did not attempt to awaken Song Xiaojun’s memories, because he knew that would not cause the slightest amount of change to the results today. Conversely, it would most likely make things worse……
There were some things that he must do, but at the opportune time and place.

Ye Qingyu stood up, patting away the soil on his back and buttocks, preparing to return.

But at this time, he seemed to have sense something.

He lifted his hand, stretching it out.

Plop.

A drop of fresh blood, landed on the centre of his palm.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Tanpa bahwa tekanan menakutkan, Ye Qingyu akhirnya bisa duduk. Melihat ke arah itu lagu Xiaojun menghilang di, ekspresinya akhirnya menetap. Kali ini, Ye Qingyu tidak terburu-buru di udara berteriak nama Song Xiaojun. Dia tidak berusaha untuk membangkitkan kenangan Lagu Xiaojun, karena ia tahu bahwa tidak akan menyebabkan jumlah sedikit perubahan dengan hasil hari ini. Sebaliknya, hal itu kemungkinan besar akan membuat hal-hal buruk ...... Ada beberapa hal yang harus ia lakukan, tetapi pada waktu yang tepat dan tempat. Ye Qingyu berdiri, menepuk pergi tanah di punggung dan pantatnya, mempersiapkan untuk kembali. Tapi ini waktu, ia tampaknya memiliki rasa sesuatu. dia mengangkat tangannya, peregangan keluar. celepuk. setetes darah segar, mendarat di tengah telapak tangannya.