Liu Qingsong clutched Ran Yan's wrist tightly, and as their gazes locked in a confrontational stare, those surrounding them felt a wave of chill.
"Let me do it." After a long pause, Liu Qingsong snatched the injection syringe from her hand, and seeing Ran Yan trying to stop him, he immediately stepped back several paces, "Don't stop me. I've long been prepared to be cannon fodder; grabbing a boxed meal and heading home early."
Ran Yan had once analyzed Liu Qingsong's psychology; he harbored a self-destructive tendency, subconsciously feeling that as long as he died in a manner akin to fate, he would be able to return to his original world. Thus, when he made such a move and spoke these words, Ran Yan wasn't surprised at all.
"Liu Qingsong..."
