Yi Donglai, leaning against the wall, tremulously picked up a cigarette and clenched it in his teeth. He used a lighter to ignite it, following it with a deep drag.
Perhaps due to not smoking regularly, Yi Donglai started coughing violently as he was choked by the smoke.
After a few seconds of coughing, with a considerably pale face, he wiped away the tears provoked by the smoke at the corner of his eyes with a hand, and then lifted his head to look at Li Huowang in front of him.
"No, I still don't believe what you said; it's illogical. It's not just illogical here, it's even more so in the world you described!"
"What you call time rewinding is just your own guess; reality might not be as you think!"
Having exhausted his words, Li Huowang was somewhat tired. "Is logic that important? Not every world is materialistic."
"Besides, does it matter if it's real or not? Right now, I just want to solve the trouble! Do you want to be poisoned to death by Qing Wanglai again? Hmm?"
