Motan let out a cold laugh and slapped away Yi Dong's hand that was still messing with the railing: "You also want me to let the ship naturally straighten itself at the bridge?"
"What else can you do? When faced with an unsolvable problem, no matter how much you worry or lose hair over it, it only adds trouble for nothing."
Yi Dong waved his hand with a carefree attitude and said, "Whether it straightens itself or sinks naturally, let's wait until the ship reaches the bridge to talk about it. The only advice I can give you before reaching the last moment when you can make an immediate decision is not to overthink it."
"To put it nicely, you're telling me to go with the flow."
After slapping away Yi Dong's hand, Motan himself began picking at the white paint on the railing, his eyes filled with an inescapable tangle and helplessness: "To put it unkindly, you're telling me to escape."
