"Give up?"
Xiao Zhan looked at Ye Youlong's expression and knew what was on her mind.
As her strength increased, her life force waned in tandem. The faster the improvement, the swifter the decline. Ye Youlong didn't want to die so soon.
But this day would inevitably come.
"Taoist Sue Lian once said, 'Yin Yang Thought, Yin being born within Yang, and Yang within Yin, face death calmly, and we still have a glimmer of hope. If we keep hesitating like this, then we truly are on a path to certain death.'"
"But..."
"But what?"
Xiao Zhan stared into Ye Youlong's eyes, waiting for her to complete her sentence, but she just couldn't say it.
Seeing her helpless look, Xiao Zhan felt incredibly pained inside. Ye Youlong was such an outstanding person, who had never given up no matter what difficulties she faced, always confident.
But now, she too was trapped in this despair, unable to extricate herself.
"Come on."
Actually, Xiao Zhan wanted to say that she didn't have to die.
