Chương 822: 822、Follow Him Home

Huo Chen looked solemn in his military uniform. His gestures told a lot even when he was facing the back to Wen He. Lu Zhaoyang looked worried and muttered something as she stood next to him.

"H-Huo Chen!" It took Wen He a few moments before she called out his name. 

The man did not turn his head back whereas Zhaoyang was smiling.

"Wen He, get over here."

Wen He was then dragged to the side, "Could you please tell him to go home. He hasn't eaten for the whole day. He would pass out anytime soon." The statement was worrying to Wen He's ears. She gave a glance at Huo Chen's back while whispering, "What can I do when you can't even move him?"

"Don't worry," said Zhaoyang, tapping Wen He's palm, "You can do it."

"..." Wen He returned with a look before dragging her steps forward. She surveyed his expressionless face with bloodshot eyes.

"Huo Chen," Wen He initiated as she viewed the frozen statue before the tombstone under the drizzle.