Huanhuan saw Little Brat walk into the room.
Looking at his dejected expression, Huanhuan knew that he had definitely not succeeded.
She picked him up and kissed his forehead. "Don't be sad," she comforted him. "We're just going to be undercover. If the undercover work isn't successful, we'll run."
"Then what if we don't succeed in escaping?"
"No, we'll succeed. We have to believe in ourselves, the prophet, and the future!"
Little Brat looked at her speechlessly. "Do you think you can win by adopting this mentality?"
Huanhuan was very innocent. "What else can we do? We can't change the outcome. The only thing we can change is our feelings."
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Of course, I'm afraid," Huanhuan said with a smile. "But I'm not afraid when I think about dragging Little Brat down with me!"
"…"
Huanhuan coughed lightly. "I was just joking. Don't take it seriously."
