Shen Hai was so furious with Qin Manjiang that his veins bulged, but once Qin spoke, Tan Murong and Yu Ruoli looked over too, leaving Shen Hai no opportunity to strike even if he wanted to.
"Mr. Qin, you found the Path to Survival?" Tan Murong looked at him with delighted surprise.
She no longer wanted to die.
At least this time... she wanted to live.
Her twenty-odd years of life had been nothing but suffering. Suffering always seemed particularly prone to clinging to those already trapped in it.
Tan Murong felt she had never been lucky.
Born into a farming family that had been poor for generations, she had studied with everything she had, only to get into an utterly ordinary university.
That was when Tan Murong realized that the world had never been fair.
And sayings about God opening a window when he closed a door were complete bullshit.
Some people were born without ever having to worry about food or clothing, able to enjoy a rich and colorful material world without any effort.
Others could not even bear to spare time for sleep, because they feared that closing their eyes would bring another tomorrow.
Some people might also have been born into struggling families, but they had talent, their minds or physical abilities far ahead of the average person.
But someone like her? Physique: average. Intelligence: average. Looks: average. Family: struggling.
If life was also a Ghost Story Game, didn't a start like that put her behind the other players from birth?
Yet both school and society dressed everything up beautifully, teaching her that morning light and evening clouds belonged to no one alone, that these were the beautiful things one should experience in life.
But what about reality?
What she had experienced firsthand was that people