In an instant, she couldn't say anything, just stared blankly at everything in front of her.
After a long time, she exhaled and said, "Now I don't think life or death is worth caring about, Sui Yi, thank you."
After all, she is only human, perhaps not afraid of true death, but cannot ignore the mindset of knowing she will die.
People fear death, they fear the process. Actually, when they truly die, a single stroke with a brief pain, all worldly troubles leave you behind, there's nothing to be afraid of.
At this moment, Pu Qinghan was standing on the soft treetop unable to bear any weight. If Sui Yi let go, she would die. Life and death was just a moment away.
And then, she suddenly didn't care.
Sui Yi smiled, "Thank me for what? I just wanted you to see that place."
What?
Pu Qinghan followed Sui Yi's finger and looked over.
On the top of the mountain, there's a house resembling a Taoist lodge, not very big or small, with hot steam extending from the backyard, like mist...
