Leylin’s expression softened; this was one of the rare occasions that this occurred. He still remembered this unfortunate girl and the grief and perseverance on this girl’s face before.
“It’s really great to see you again, how are Guricha and Dodoria?”
Leylin smiled.
Hearing this, Nyssa who was wrapped in the black cloak shuddered, and her voice was gloomy as she said, “They’re all dead. Even Kaliweir, Beirut, the ones who came with us from the Chernobyl Islands, more than half of them perished….”
“My apologies….”
Leylin did not know what he ought to say. Although he did divulge a bit of information previously, it was extremely obscure. Whether or not Kaliweir and the rest could figure it out, and if they could view it solemnly were all matters of uncertainty.