These few words lifted Xiu Yingmei's mood considerably, but then Shang Ziyi said, "Though it's a pity."
"What is a pity?" Xiu Yingmei asked with a furrowed brow.
"It's a pity you encountered me at such a young age," Shang Ziyi sighed lightly. "If you were not a genius, seeing me would be like a frog at the bottom of a well looking at the moon, at least you'd have some ambition. But you are a genius, and seeing me is like a mayfly looking at the vast sky; once you've understood the immensity of the heavens, all that's left for this life is despair."
"You're certainly good at flattering yourself," Xiu Yingmei laughed disdainfully.
Shang Ziyi didn't speak again, just took a step towards Xiu Yingmei, and as he did so, his muscles seemed electrified, shaking rapidly, contracting quickly, making his skin and muscles tight and dense.
