"They're all the same."
Zhan Wubusheng's tears streamed down like two columns of water. Ying Chuan wiped his face, then spat out the salty liquid that had flowed into his mouth.
Seeing Zhan Wubusheng like this left Ying Chuan at a loss. For a moment, even his grief was washed away somewhat.
"They're not the same. I respected her and admired her, but I'm an unwelcome ghost. I'm not worthy of her."
Ying Chuan shook his head, his eyes filled with inferiority.
"You're so strong. You're worthy of her."
Zhan Wubusheng pushed away Ying Chuan, who was practically stuck to his chest, then gripped Ying Chuan's shoulders tightly with both hands. Looking at him solemnly, he said, "Promise me that once you save her, you'll propose to her!"
Ying Chuan looked at him as though he were an idiot.
"Isn't that too fast?" Ying Chuan's mouth twitched.
"How is that fast?" Zhan Wubusheng said. "How many years have you guarded her? Doesn't all that count as time?"
"But she's been a corpse all this time." Ying Chuan could not understand Zhan Wubusheng's train of thought.
"Weren't you two together? Being together counts. I said so," Zhan Wubusheng said.
"What kind of logic is that? Besides, I'm saving her not so I can be with her, but because she is my benefactor. And she shouldn't have died. She died unjustly—she was murdered!" Ying Chuan said.
He quickly raised a hand to interrupt Zhan Wubusheng, who was about to continue. "The atmosphere seems a little off. Aren't we enemies? Why are we hugging?"
Fortunately, they were inside the bowl, and not many people could see within. Otherwise, plenty of jaws would have hit the floor.
"You're so miserable that I can't bear to beat you anymore. If I defeated you and took