Death, to some people, is of no significance.
Living has become too exhausting, yet they lack the courage to commit suicide.
The despair given by the outside world, instead, raises a strange sense of anticipation and excitement.
Perhaps, such people are the true anomalies...
The time passed for another two hours.
Qu Tan'er looked at the jade coffin, growing more and more tense.
Could something have gone wrong? Didn't Chengcheng say two days? The time seems to have passed.
Suddenly, the spiritual energy enveloping the coffin gradually dissipated...
"Hey, why are you staring at that person? He's not going to die." Qin Ling broke the silence with his weary words. He finally understood that when this woman said she wouldn't kill him, yes, she wouldn't kill him; she intended to starve him or suffocate him. Only, she's been acting strange lately, constantly watching the coffin?
Unintentionally, the tension and worry were very apparent...
