"Can I ask?"
After their shower, which signaled the end of the war, and once they had both calmed down, Yang Huixian lay on Lin Chu's chest and asked softly, her tone clearly tentative.
Lin Chu glanced at her and smiled faintly. "Do you have a death wish?"
His tone was gentle.
She… uh.
'Suddenly, she sensed a kind of tragic air about this man.'
'Her mind instantly spun all sorts of scenarios, like Lin Chu himself being controlled by some powerful figure.'
'But this "plight" she had imagined for Lin Chu, strangely enough, stirred a feeling of pity in her.'
'Life is a vast ocean; who has an easy voyage?'
'Behind every glamorous facade lies either a history of hardship or a heap of filth.'
'But at least she was sure of one thing: she mattered to this man.'
"Fine, I won't ask then. Let me ask another question. What can I do?"
She quickly adjusted her mindset and spoke again.
Hearing this, Lin Chu was slightly taken aback. 'This woman is truly something else,' he thought.
