"What do I have to envy?"
Bo Qingyu seemed to think of something, raised up his eyes, looked at Lu Yiyu, then straightened up: "When is the plane ticket booked?"
Lu Yiyu wanted to lie down on his side, but found that his ribs hurt terribly, he couldn't move at all, so he gave up eventually.
After giving it some thought, he said, "Tomorrow."
Finally, he squinted again, "Tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, it should be spent happily."
Bo Qingyu slouched, lit a cigarette for himself as well, then blew a smoke ring while lifting his chin, "Are we going into a bloodbath?"
Lu Yiyu glanced at him, "You're really sick."
"Thanks for the compliment."
He snorted with laughter, then turned around and walked outside.
Then, a slightly cool voice came from behind, "I'll book the ticket for you, just don't die halfway."
Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to explain to his darling.
Lu Yiyu didn't respond.
The room finally settled into complete silence.
