The quiet room was dead silent, not a single sound could be heard, resembling a lifeless ghost's lair.
After a long while.
Yu Xian leaned against a square table, his empty gaze slowly focusing. The air gained flow, the frozen space began to thaw, as if everything had come back to life again.
"What am I really afraid of?"
Yu Xian took a deep breath, as if to expel all his uneasiness.
He suddenly laughed at himself.
"It's just that the more I have, the more I fear losing, and it causes me to lose my peace of mind."
"Could it be that just because of an unknown speculation, I become terrified and restless, feeling anxious all day, and start to doubt everything?"
"Let's first assume the worst-case scenario. If I'm really destined to become the offering for the natural law at the end, a puppet, can I bear this consequence?"
"The answer is, I can."
