The body picked it up once again.
Li Zhiyuan raised the Jianlibao in his hand and clinked glasses with the other.
"Clink!"
With a light touch, liquid spilled out from both cans.
The body took a sip.
Li Zhiyuan also took a sip, then frowned and spat it out.
The body said, "The taste of Jianlibao in your memory has also been modified."
Li Zhiyuan replied, "Hmm, it tastes awful now, like corpse water."
The body looked around and said, "It's too late, are you planning to die together?"
Li Zhiyuan put down the can, got out of bed, and walked straight to the door, stopping there.
"You've been asking my purpose, and I've been thinking about it. If I had to say a purpose, perhaps having no purpose is a kind of purpose?"
The body replied, "Simplistic."
"I just felt like it and came in to sit for a while, to drop by."
The body replied, "Childish."
Li Zhiyuan didn't argue, pushed open the door, and walked out.
