Their current situation could be likened to being stuck riding on the back of a tiger [1].
Chen Xiaolian and Roddy discussed the matter for a moment. However, they were unable to come up with any solutions.
Sometime late at night, Da Gang was finally healed to the point where he could regain his consciousness. Seeing Chen Xiaolian beside him, his face became blank for a moment. After collecting himself, he said in a whisper. “Thank you.”
Chen Xiaolian replied with a faint smile. “We are friends; there is no need for thanks between friends.”
“Even between friends, thanks must be said. In this world, no one should owe others anything,” Da Gang’s eyes turned dim. “That is what my mother taught me when she was still alive.”
Feeling the melancholy within their current topic, Chen Xiaolian quickly laughed. “How do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”
