"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." - Friedrich Nietzsche
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"Junxin."
Startled, Su Junxin quickly wiped the corner of her eyes. As she turned around, she swiftly put on an imperceptible smile. "What is it?"
Qin You was standing next to a makeshift table, lighting the last candle on the table. After snuffing out the match, he looked up at her with a smile.
"Does this count as a candlelight dinner?"
Su Junxin chuckled, "We've got the candlelight, but who eats instant noodles for a candlelight dinner?"
Qin You blinked, "Isn't a candlelight dinner in an apocalypse more atmospheric?"
Su Junxin laughed and sat down across from him. Watching him skillfully fold a pair of swans with a napkin, she abruptly asked, "Qin You, do you regret it?"
"No regrets." He answered without hesitation.
Su Junxin paused, "You didn't even ask what I was referring to."
