After hearing what the marginal information manager had said, Qian Cangyi bowed his head in thought. However, there was one thing he couldn't understand, "I can understand everything you've said, but why did you ask me how it feels to be alive?"
"Because..." The marginal information manager opened his mouth to say two words but then stopped. Suddenly, the entire room shook, which made Qian Cangyi sit back down on the sofa. Then, the tidy room began to deteriorate, walls gradually peeling away and falling to the ground as piles of white dust, "We are going to die soon," the marginal information manager finally finished his sentence.
After hearing this, Qian Cangyi didn't move. A few seconds later, he sighed and asked, "So, you're asking me how it feels to be alive because you want me to use this last bit of time to reflect on the past?"
