Ye Chen had a narrow escape from death, and it felt like he was clawing his way back from hell itself, realizing with each passing moment that he didn't have much time left.
Guo Yuyun didn't want to think about all that mess. To her, the most important thing was to make the best of the upcoming days; everything else was not her concern.
Meng Xiuluo left them a torch, saying, "You better keep up. If you get lost, that's not our problem." She didn't like hearing such cheesy words, maybe because she no longer believed in love.
"Can't you just stop thinking and live our lives?" Guo Yuyun turned her head and asked.
Ye Chen smiled and countered, "I might turn into a mad dog at any moment. Shouldn't we take that into account?"
"Why can't you be like me and live well while we're still alive?"
"That's too naive."
"You're too complicated."
"We've been over this so many times, there's no point in continuing. It's not going to solve anything."