Fire Keepers

"I'm not very good at expressing myself. I've always believed that doing is far better than talking." Qin Xin smiled and raised the Silent prop in his hand. Then, somewhat disappointed, he added, "You shouldn't have gambled, because you can't be sure whether he and I are the same kind of person."

He!

The instant Qin Xin said the word "he," every doubt in An Mingyu's heart was resolved. She also realized that no matter how strange the Qin Xin before her might be, he was still Qin Xin.

However, the Blind Man did not answer that question. She merely lowered her head and "looked" at the Silent prop belonging to the Fire Keeper in Qin Xin's hand, sensing that it had far more tiny cracks than before.

Her expression became somewhat complicated as she asked quietly, "Would you also feel sad over his death?"

This was undoubtedly a standard Destiny question, filled with the aura of a riddle-teller. But as luck would have it, the two people present today were both clever. After hearing it, Qin Xin slightly restrained his smile, though a trace of one remained on his face.

"The departure of every Fire Keeper is enough to fill us with grief, especially me."

"But I think you like smiling more than he does... You like smiling more than he did." The Blind Man raised her head slightly, her expression rather complicated.

Hearing this, Qin Xin stopped smiling. He shook his head self-mockingly and said in a low voice, "The more someone lacks something, the more they want to obtain it.

"If survival weren't so painful, perhaps I would be like him and not love smiling so much."

They... were suffering?

The Blind Man frowned and said nothing more. The scene fell silent again. The two of them