Qianyi said it half-jokingly.
"Hey!"
Kiana puffed out her cheeks like an angry pufferfish. "I can get along with Morgan, Ling, Artoria, and the others just fine, so why would I make things difficult specifically for Elysia? Or do you think I'm such a petty and unreasonable person?"
But the moment the words left her mouth, she froze.
Wait, she really wasn't that generous or reasonable.
If she truly did not care, then after getting together with Qianyi, she would not have chosen to quietly hide their relationship. More than anyone, she understood that only by doing so could she have more time alone with him.
After all, no one understood better than she did just how precious the hand reaching out to her was when someone fell into the abyss. That warmth was enough to make anyone obsessive, even insane.
Insane enough to keep trying to get closer even after discovering that someone had already reserved a place by Qianyi's side.
Insane enough that even those who originally had no particular thoughts would involuntarily imagine what it would be like if they were the one in that reserved spot, then have the flames of ambition ignited in their hearts and willingly join the pursuit.
Humanity could save the world for love, and it could destroy the world for love.
Because...
"None of us are really that happy."
Kiana suddenly murmured.
"Precisely because happiness is hard-won, we have to work even harder to create more of it."
Qianyi gently placed his hand atop her head and softly ruffled her hair.
"But many people don't have the ability to create happiness."
Kiana rested her head against his shoulder, her voice gradually lowering. "So all they can do is look up at people like you, Qianyi—people who know how to create happiness