Song Ying is, after all, just an ordinary person, at best a girl who once trained to have a relatively strong physical condition.
The harsh cold environment quickly drained her strength.
Like a patient suffering from narcolepsy, Song Ying's eyelids struggled between opening and closing... She held onto Luo Qiu, and hadn't separated since the beginning.
Perhaps it was the instinctive need for survival, without any bad intentions, just mutual warmth.
"Congee..."
"Congee?"
Luo Qiu's body was also at the limit of endurance. This time, it was a sudden impulse to feel the fear of death—but he found he couldn't really experience it.
He had 'died' once—shot by a guest during his first transaction, but soon revived in the club.
Perhaps he subconsciously already had the 'undying' concept early on, so even the subconscious wouldn't feel fear towards death... It seemed this experience was rather futile—probably he wouldn't partake in such unnecessary experiences again.
