At night, there was only one fire lit on the whole planet.
Luo Yan bent his legs and leaned partially on a rock, fingers tapping on his knees while he glanced at Ming Shu. "I'm very curious, why do you like him?"
"Who?"
"You know who I'm talking about," Luo Yan said.
Ming Shu looked up at him. "If you give my thing back, perhaps I'll tell you."
"It's really not on me." Luo Yan shrugged. "You've tortured me for that."
Luo Yan felt a little cold to think about the torture he'd experienced.
"Next time you see me you can bring it with you." Ming Shu smiled. "And in exchange, I'll believe what you said about me being a virtual character."
"You are." Luo Yan revealed a psychotic, strange smile. "Have you never doubted it in your heart? Why you're so different…"
Boom!
A sharp pain stung his forehead. Luo Yan touched it and saw his hand was stained with blood.
He was angry. "You hit me for no reason."
