"If someone must make a sacrifice, then it's no big deal if I do it. Compared to those soldiers who lost their lives, what I lose is nothing significant."
After saying this, he pretended to exhale lightly, forcing a teasing smile on his face.
"There's really no difference, is there? I just shifted from a downtown funeral home to a suburban one, from facing a group of living dead people to facing a bunch of deceased folks... Ah, I'm not talking about you, you're special!"
His eyes were bright and resolute, shimmering with pure conviction and a hint of self-admiration, which made Luo Yan think of his younger self.
Not when he was studying at the Demon King Academy.
But even younger than that.
He used to think that way too.
For my ideals, I will burn myself.
Instead of for my ideals, please die first.
After a moment, Luo Yan revealed a faint smile and said in a gentle tone.
"You're right, your persistence is commendable."
