"You wish for death?"
The torment in her soul had turned Ouyang Xueqing muddleheaded and she felt her consciousness blurred bit by bit. But hearing the dragon's imposing tone, she couldn't help but shiver.
"You really wish for death?"
"I—" The images of Xia Wei, Ouyang Chunxia, Ouyang Feiyang, Wang Ze, and lastly, Furball appeared one by one in her mind. "I want to follow them down to the underworld…" She huddled into a small ball, hugging her trembling body. "But this life of mine, this small and unworthy life of mine is the result of their sacrifices. If I die, will they be disappointed?"
"Hmm," The dragon grunted. "They will. After all, how many people have died just for you to escape? If you just throw your life away like this, aren't you letting them down by it?"
Ouyang Xueqing's pupils dilated and the chills running down her spine were too cold for her to bear.
Xia Wei said, "Live."
