God's Daughter
"Yarong, what do you think..." Yang Qi rubbed her temples with her fingers. "How good are our chances?"
"Why are you asking that?" Song Yarong glanced at her and asked in return.
"Nothing, just asking."
"I never think about questions like that." Song Yarong shook her head, tossing the ponytail draped over her shoulder behind her. "I just do what I can do. The rest has nothing to do with me. Winning or losing, what's the point of thinking so much about it..."
"..."
"There's an old saying in Xiazhou: 'Do your utmost and leave the rest to fate.' As long as you've done your utmost, isn't that enough?" Song Yarong patted Yang Qi on the shoulder.
"Do your utmost and leave the rest to fate... But what if what we're doing is defying fate? Is doing our utmost... really enough?" Yang Qi sighed softly.
"What do you mean, defying fate? Are you cultivating immortality with me now?" Song Yarong burst out laughing. "If you ask me, what you need most right now is a good night's sleep... Sharpening the blade doesn't delay the chopping. Your little head is already starting to run wild. How are you supposed to work normally like that?"
"I can still hold on... Once Chimera Seventeen is eliminated, then I'll..."
"I'm afraid you'll drop dead before that day comes." Song Yarong shook her head with a frown. "I've seen people die before achieving victory, but this is the first time I've seen someone work themselves to death before the final battle has even begun... Chancellor Zhuge at least lit the Seven Star Lamp after several Northern Expeditions..."
"I... I'm scared that when I wake up, it'll already be too late... Sometimes, I don't even dare close my eyes... The moment I do, I