Through brief interaction, the two of them got to know each other.
"So, why did you come here?" Xiaoliu asked.
Fulei realized she was still holding Xiaoliu's hand and quickly let go, the blush on her face faded a bit.
She crossed her arms, "I should be the one asking you that question first."
"You look so skinny, can your body handle the battlefield?"
Xiaoliu covered his nose with a wet wipe.
"Although I don't know how bad the world is now, there's always something I can do at the moment."
"I want to do something for them, so I came."
"Them? Who, which people?" Fulei was puzzled.
"Uh." Xiaoliu was stumped by the question, "A lot of people, I don't really know."
"You have an excess of idealism!"
For some reason, Fulei felt angry seeing Xiaoliu say these words with such a look.
"Idealism... excess?"
"Yes, look at you, you probably haven't had enough to eat, and you're thinking about doing something for others."
"In reality, do others treat you well?"
