"Really?"
"Uh-huh," Ji Minghuan nodded, "Then you won't hear thunder, won't have ringing in your ears, won't experience hallucinations, maybe you'll even make some great friends."
"Can't you be my friend?"
"You're worth better friends."
"Even though I know you're just being dismissive...thank you."
"You're welcome, I have to go."
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
After saying goodbye to Wu Qingjie, Ji Minghuan got up from the wall and returned along the path to the inside of the confinement room.
He knew that the Mentor had suddenly opened the door in the middle of the night, intending to let him and Wu Qingjie meet, as a way to soothe Wu Qingjie's impending psychological turmoil.
But actually, this was all inconsequential, just some condescending pity.
