Although he knew this was not the time to be jealous, and the idea of an afterlife was purely nonsense.
But sometimes he would fantasize about eternity; perhaps in matters of love, people are inherently selfish.
He didn't speak, just looked at Ning Yang.
Ning Yang felt very happy when Jian Yanyan agreed, and a smile spread across his face as he gazed at the sky.
A red sun hung in the sky, it was already sunset, and the remaining sunlight dyed the entire sky red, turning it into a fiery cloud.
Su Junhao squatted down too, looked at Ning Yang and said, "There are fiery clouds on the horizon. I once heard a friend say that fiery clouds represent hope and happiness. You will definitely be happy. Don't talk, maybe there is still hope. Let's not talk about the afterlife right now; let's live this life well first."
Ning Yang smiled, "Su Junhao, losing to you, I admit it wholeheartedly."
