There were some people who would prefer doing everything right before the end of the world. But with Qing Chen and Feng Xuan, after a long day of being in line of danger, it seemed to wake them up.
There were no words spoken between the two. Everything that they wanted to say to each other were said with their kisses and the caresses of their hands.
Feng Xuan was mostly thankful that even when I bullet cut her open, she was still alive. If you would come to think of it, she could've been shot in the chest and their whole story would have changed.
She realized that no matter how good of a fighter she was, she could always die. All it would take was one bullet, or one fatal slice with a knife, or a blow that would crash a bone—it would be game over. Anything that would affect her fighting and abilities, she was deadmeat.