"From the moment I met you, I knew your mouth was cheap and poor," Shen Yan said with a laugh. "I'm like this, and you still can't offer a few words of comfort? Aren't you afraid that after I die, I'll turn into a ghost and haunt your dreams at night?"
"Hey, don't talk about scary things like that," Song Yun said as he lit a cigarette seriously. "If you really die today, I'd immediately take my companion and flee back to Sunan, then I'd find dozens of mages to hold several rites for me day and night." "Why did you seek me out?"
"..." Shen Yan didn't speak, just stared blankly at the ceiling.
"You don't want to say? How the hell am I supposed to know what you're involved in if you don't tell me?" Song Yun said frustratedly. "You didn't call me over in the middle of the night just to watch you in your last moments, did you?"
