A glass of wine was finished.
Lu Xiaobu poured wine for the two of them again.
"Ever thought about the future?"
Lu Xiaobu leaned against the back of the chair, his eyes somewhat intoxicated.
"What future? After you're dead, or I'm dead?"
Lin Feng held the glass close to his mouth, his eyes also seemed slightly drunk.
Alcohol doesn't intoxicate; people intoxicate themselves.
"Yes! The future!"
Lu Xiaobu laughed.
"What's the point of thinking about living forever?"
Lin Feng chuckled, emptied his cup in one go: "If we're gone, there's nothing to say, if we're not, nothing changes either!"
"At this point, I ask you, do you think it's worth it?"
Lu Xiaobu smirked at himself: "Initially, all I wanted was to live carefree and do as I please, but somehow I ended up here."
Hearing Lu Xiaobu's words, Lin Feng paused, then smiled and said, "I think the question should be, can you stop?"
"Yeah, can't stop." Lu Xiaobu smacked his lips.
