Quan Jinbei was reluctant to let her dwell on it and comforted her, saying, "Actually, whether we find this thing or not doesn't really matter; even if we did find it, it wouldn't change the fact that I won't live past thirty."
"Instead of putting all our effort into searching, we should start from the most fundamental aspect."
He made sense.
What she was looking for now was, indeed, only a temporary solution, not a cure.
But, if it truly didn't matter, she wouldn't be searching so hard for it.
She looked at Quan Jinbei, her expression complex, "You're right, whether we find it or not won't affect the final outcome, but..."
"If we don't find it, you'll just have to follow the plot, can you really endure becoming someone who can only lay in bed sick?"
Quan Jinbei repeated the same phrase, "I've lived this way for over twenty years, I don't mind a bit more."
His words sounded nonchalant, but Shi Yaoguang still couldn't let go.
