Breakfast

Also in the deep night, only the sound of the stove burning could be heard in the quiet room.

In the glittering light, Ye Qingxuan was leaning on the bed. Lowering his head, he was browsing through the thick, heavy books. Only the rustling of the pages could be heard in the silence.

Lola showed up in the shadows in the corner. Seeing him at such ease, she slightly raised her long and thin eyebrow. With a sneer, she said, "You look so full of confidence!"

Raising his head, he held his chin in confusion. "Anything wrong with that?"

"Are you really planning to lead this bunch of guys directly into the mist to save the world?" Lola asked in disbelief. "Do I have to remind you how stupid it is?"

"How come? I am not a lunatic."

"You look no different from a lunatic." Glancing at him, Lola said coldly, "It's right to save the world, but you should at least have a plan, right?"