"Boohoo! They're so pitiful!"
In the movie theater.
"Titanic" had finally finished.
And Sunlight Qianyu, who was sitting in the seat, had cried like a two-hundred-pound child, with a pile of tissues at her feet!
Even Lin Lang's collar and sleeves bore traces of her tears.
Lin Lang looked helpless—
He never expected that this Demon God, who had lived for thousands of years, would cry like this over a movie!
He could only comfort her:
"Don't take it too seriously, it's just a story."
Upon hearing this!
Sunlight Qianyu sniffled, and indeed stopped crying, instead earnestly saying:
"Why couldn't Jack and Meat be together at the end? Who wrote this story, I want to kill him!"
Lin Lang was even more helpless:
"Come on, give the old guy a break. He's not young anymore."
At this moment, the lights in the theater came on.
Lin Lang said:
"Let's go, let's take a walk outside."
Sunlight Qianyu looked expectantly and said:
"Lin Lang, can I watch another movie later?"
