Chapitre 117: Chapter 112: Decisions

A shooting?

An accidental death?

Lin Xian looked at these ominous words…

Zhao Yingjun had died so young?

His gaze fixed on the phrase "gone too soon"… The following age of 23 seemed like a very cruel number.

Lin Xian scratched his head, somewhat at a loss for how he should be feeling right now.

While it's true that accidents happen every day and death is normal,

this was an acquaintance he knew, a familiar face he saw every day.

Even, just today, he had chatted with her in her office.

If he had read in a book that Zhao Yingjun had died at 30 or 40, he wouldn't have felt anything amiss.

But 23 years old… wasn't that too young?

The main point was.

Zhao Yingjun was currently 23 years old…

Was she about to die?

Lin Xian stared at the name Zhao Yingjun printed on the water-damaged book…

He never imagined he could see the death of someone he knew in the future world, 600 years later.

Whew———Whew———

Outside the walls, a whistle that sounded like bird calls rang out.