"Of course it's good to be alive, but what's the point of living?" lingmu di said calmly. All of our former comrades are dead, and even if you and I are still alive, in the next hundred thousand years, or even longer in the future, can you bear the torment of loneliness?"
Bei Jinghong's face twitched and fear flashed in his eyes. But he still gritted his teeth and said,"As long as there's hope, I can endure it! Just like my one hundred thousand years of turtle breath, didn't it still come over? If you're talking about living so badly, Why Don't You Just Die?"
"If you had to choose again, would you still be willing to live like this for a hundred thousand years?" Perhaps it's been too long, and you've only become a habit of living. As for me, it's because there's still meaning to my life. At least I won't die in vain."
