The atmosphere suddenly became even more solemn, and it seemed as if the two of them were isolated from their surroundings. Workers in the man-made ghost town were relatively relaxed, while Little Drilling Wind and Fable were busy.
Qian Cangyi took a deep breath and looked at the light green tea leaves in the teacup. Then, he tossed it forward, spilling the contents onto the grassland. He softly said, "Our lives are like this cup of tea, always at risk of being discarded. Human-snake Bai Lian believes in the Theory of Fate, but I do not. Even if destiny truly exists, as long as I don't know it, it is my choice."
As he spoke, he placed the ceramic cup, embroidered with a beast pattern, on a stone to his right.
After he said this, whether Jiang Li knew what he meant before or not, she couldn't pretend to misunderstand now.