Humans were strange.
When they fell as children, they looked around to see if anyone was watching. If someone was there, they cried; if no one was there, they got back up.
When they fell as adults, they looked around to see if anyone was watching. If someone was there, they got back up; if no one was there, they cried.
Le Yu had thought he was mentally prepared, but in truth, he was not as strong as he had imagined.
It was precisely because someone sympathized with him that he realized how much his wounds hurt.
It was precisely because someone admired him that he realized how ugly his scars were.
"Do good deeds without asking about the future. Heaven's Will cannot be defied..." Le Yu could not help laughing. "That's pretty catchy."
There was no alcohol nearby, and Le Yu did not like drinking anyway, so he could only guzzle down fresh blood tomato juice. He did seem to feel a little tipsy—perhaps because of the Blood-Drinking Eight Rice Flow's influence. The whole world seemed to be turning dreamy and childlike, yet his consciousness was growing clearer and clearer. No wonder drunk people always claimed they were sober. So this was what it felt like.
With this half-real, half-false intoxication, along with the sense of security brought by Jing Zhengwei's corpse, Le Yu finally found the courage to consider the question he had been afraid to think about ever since regaining consciousness—
His plans for the future.
Unlike Qian Yuliu, who had only Qian Yuya as a relative, and whose younger sister was an extremely independent girl, Qian Yuya might shed a few tears over Qian Yuliu's death, but she would soon set a new goal in life and continue living on bravely;
Unlike Yin Yinyin, who was