As he thought, Yang Xiao couldn't help but glance at the empty bed opposite him. The image of Aisha and Shari embracing each other in sleep lingered in his mind. They were both young girls, beautiful lives like flowers, but they too had withered in this Nightmare World.
Yang Xiao could see that Aisha was also an experienced old player, supposed to be iron-hearted with a profit-first mindset. Yet this didn't stop her from reciprocating or even exceeding the goodwill shown to her by newcomers.
Humans are such complex creatures; the choice between bravery and cowardice often hangs on a single thought. Yang Xiao couldn't help but imagine, if tonight Aisha abandoned Shari, or Shari ditched Aisha, as long as the two were separated, maybe neither of them would've died.
Or they would end up like last night, squeezed into the same bed, embracing each other as they sleep.
