"Sometimes, when you think about it, living in this world is just a joke." Xu Xuezi looked at the cactus with thorns in front of her, placing her hands on it, trying to feel its sharpness.
Xiaofeng watched her.
"I don't mind if you laugh at me; I've lived like a ghost for half a year in bed, and I've come to understand many things. Either I seize the power here, or I perish together with Men Chao. Otherwise, what's the point of living? There really is no point at all."
"That's your affair; I'm not interested." Xiaofeng didn't care a bit about what Xu Xuezi was planning to do: "All I know is, what you're suffering now is all your own doing. If not for my Acheng's luck, he might have died."
