Mingxite's behavior had completely frightened me.
I immediately thought of the worst-case scenario.
After Christina and Han Yun, was Mingxite also going to sacrifice her existence for her ideals?
I stood up and looked at Mingxite, not knowing what to say.
After that thought crossed my mind, I couldn't even understand what ideals Mingxite had that would make her sacrifice herself to achieve them.
She didn't seem like the sentimental type. Instead, she seemed like a wise person who had lived a long time and seen through the ways of the world, someone who could calmly assess the major events in other people's eyes. She represented humanity's understanding of death, a weighty subject that she could now bring up with casual ease. What else could move her?
It was like how she didn't like her current appearance, but that was all. She had rationally used this appearance as a contingency plan.
I couldn't imagine what could make Mingxite so sorrowful and resolute.
Mingxite had stopped crying. Her tears fell to the ground and vanished immediately, and the tear tracks on her face disappeared without a trace, as if what had just happened had never occurred.
I was even more confused. I called her name, and she slowly raised her head.
"I probably don't need your help anymore," Mingxite said.
"What exactly happened?" I was still baffled.
"I've seen the future. I don't need your help anymore." Mingxite repeated herself for emphasis.
I was getting restless.
The future, the future, the future... Of course I knew what the future was like. People kept reminding me of that awful future, that despairing future.
Ye Qing's face and tone of voice seemed to appear before me, replacing Mingxite's figure.
That made me even more irritable.
"What exactly is going on?" I asked again.