"Hmm, just kidding."
Lightly tugged at the corner of his mouth.
The newly arrived teacher, Zhu Yourong, at Linlu Academy didn't laugh. She sighed as she looked at him, perfect and pristine at the moment.
It is still difficult to imagine the pain he suffered yesterday with a severed arm and his body engulfed in flames.
How did this young man manage to endure all that?
Zhao Rong examined the area on the ground beside her where the 'most vivid color was on the canvas.'
He suddenly spoke: "I thought I was going to die at that time."
Zhu Yourong was taken aback.
Zhao Rong reached out, pointing to a pool of blood at her feet, then pointed to another place on the ground.
"Maybe I could have died here, or perhaps there, or even over there..."
Under the dazed gaze of the woman in the Confucian robe, he nodded and spread his hands, "Really, really felt... there was no way to survive, even thought about dying early for reincarnation, actively seeking death..."
