"I really don't know... I don't know how to face you. In my eyes, every blink and smile of Luo Han's has been carved deep into my mind... Now, whenever I see you, all I see is what I saw while meditating on a powerful enemy... All I ever wanted was to fight you to the death, even if it meant dying. In my heart, there was only your ferocity..." Lan Ran's face was etched with pain. Her wavering emotions were plain for all to see.
"Then why not... treat this meditation as a way to vent the negative emotions from our future arguments? Like when you get angry with me and beat me up, or draw your sword against me or something. That way, whenever you get angry in the future, it'll all be settled. How about it? If we've rehearsed it beforehand, we won't end up like your master and mistress, becoming cautionary examples." I gave a helpless, bitter smile.
"You're still joking with me at a time like this!" Lan Ran looked utterly astonished, while a group of women were angered into laughter by my words. Sun Hanxi was torn between laughter and tears as she said, "Elder Brother, I really have to hand it to you. You can still say something like that at a time like this!"
"We're in the middle of a battle. For all I know, my next careless moment could be my dying words. I can't exactly weep and plead pathetically, can I?" I laughed.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Shui Changhuan's face turned green with anger. She hurriedly consoled Lan Ran, who didn't know what to say: "Senior Sister, you're right not to pay attention to him. He's still acting as though he's about to die at a time like this."