Chapter 903 Family Meal

When I opened my eyes, the room was gloomy and gray.

The wall clock ticked away on the wall, and she moved to check the time, unable for a moment to tell whether it was day or night.

The curtains were drawn, there was no sunlight outside, and there was silence all around.

White Phantom sat up and put on his slippers, pulled back the curtains and saw the blanket of snow outside.

It appears to be afternoon.

It's about to get dark.

She strained to shake her head and subconsciously touched the wounds on her body.

The weakness was still there, his body was limp, and the raging artillery fire seemed to echo in his ears as weapons of all sorts flashing different colors roared unchecked through the desert under the night sky.

The earth-shattering sound seemed to have been seared deep inside, an explosion, blood, and flying yellow sand.

The White Phantom stood by the window, looking out, surrounded by quiet and warmth, and outside the win