"True warriors dare to face the dismal life, dare to confront the gushing blood.
Such gruesomeness has made me unable to bear looking, and the rumors, even more unbearable to hear.
What more can I say? I understand why I've been silent.
Silence, silence! If one doesn't erupt in silence, they perish in it.
But I still have something to say.
In the pale red of survival's blood, a faint hope can sometimes be discerned, and true warriors, they will stride forward even more boldly.
Oh, the pain, it's killing me, I can't speak, but let this be a commemoration of the me that has passed!
Xia Yuxun, you really need to grow up!"
Xia Yuxun wrote vigorously, then drew a little person kowtowing and continued writing:
"La Xun uncle, I'm sorry to you, but what you wrote resonates too well with my current state of mind.
If senior brother sees this, he will surely criticize me again for corrupting famous lines.
Senior brother... he must still be angry now!
