Nie Xiaoxing paused and said, "This is the very least of my conscience as a human being!"
After speaking, Nie Xiaoxing lifted her foot towards the room, walking away without looking back.
"Conscience? You think only you have a conscience? But we can hardly survive now, striving to live has already exhausted all our strength!
What does conscience count for? Can conscience keep us safe, help us survive?"
Fu Ruyi stared at Nie Xiaoxing's back, her tone ambiguous between self-mockery and sarcasm.
"If losing our conscience is necessary to survive, then staying alive is just being a living corpse; might as well be dead and over with!"
Bang—
Nie Xiaoxing's words fell silent.
The room door slammed shut in front of Fu Ruyi.
Fu Ruyi covered her face with both hands, collapsed on the sofa in despair.
She only knew that one has hope only while alive; once dead, everything's gone!
So she didn't want to die!
She simply didn't want to die, is she wrong!?
