"Out in the field, you need to have some stress resistance. Besides, you earn so much from a single trip—what's a mere narrow escape from death?"
Jiang Lai's words left Shi Yubai momentarily speechless.
"That doesn't sound like something you would say."
"Then what kind of words sound like me? I don't even know myself."
Shi Yubai shook his head.
"What I said earlier was problematic; I really don't know you well enough."
He spoke with effort, and leaning against his chest, Jiang Lai could hear his heart racing.
The man's face was deathly pale, yet he still carried Jiang Lai back to the boat.
As for how to handle the translator, Jiang Lai didn't hear clearly, only faintly caught words like 'throw him overboard.'
She didn't care either. Once back, she immediately took a shower, lasting over an hour, but could still scrape some sand from her ears or nose.
"What you did today was too risky. If you die in this world, I'm not sure you can come back to life."
