What is love in this world that prompts vows of life and death commitment?
"Ye Shikai, do you believe in fate?" Luo Shiqi pulled back the curtains, with sunlight illuminating both of them as they had calmed down. Ye Shikai, with his hands in his pockets, leaned against the railing, holding a lit cigarette.
Ye Shikai took a deep drag, fate, it always seemed to be playing jokes on him. Throughout his life, it seemed everyone was leaving him, parents, friends, comrades-in-arms. It felt like no one was always there with him, and because of this, Ye Shikai would feel lonely from time to time. He sighed inwardly, why was his fate so poor?
"Fate," muttered Ye Shikai, and then hesitated as if he wanted to say more, "I didn't use to believe, but now…"