Zhan Sheng's voice was hoarse and frail, but every word was filled with determination.
He really wanted to die, not just in a moment of pessimism...
He was terrifyingly calm.
Hua Ling thought that his negativity and pessimism were the worst-case scenario. Yet, he wasn't negative at all; instead, his calmness and rationality were what truly frightened her.
Because such a resolute him would never change his mind again.
"Zhan Sheng!" Hua Ling couldn't maintain a relaxed expression any longer, and urgently tried to persuade him, "Isn't it good to be alive? Even though we can't move, we can still see the world with our eyes! Have you been to other countries? The world is so vast, and I'll take you to see it. We can go anywhere, eat anything we want; there's still so much to enjoy! And you have amnesia, don't you want to recover your memories, to find back your past, your identity? At the very least, you should know who you are before..."