Qiao Xiaomai looked at Bei Yun, with a "what kind of fantasy are you having" expression. Bei Yun had killed so many people; even if he survived, he could no longer live comfortably. His remaining days must be spent doing good for others.
After quite a while, Bei Yun finally spoke, a hint of self-mockery appearing on his face. "If that's the case, what's the point of me living?"
"It's precisely because I don't want to go back to the Sea Island with the Bei family that I caught you and escaped. If I had wanted to live that kind of cage-like life, why would I cause such a huge stir?"
"I survived against all odds. From the day I found a Herbal Medicine capable of suppressing the strange poison in my body, I had already decided: since I'm alive, I'll live boldly, without restraint."
"The kind of life you're talking about—I don't want it."
"I'd rather die freely than live repressed and stifled."
Qiao Xiaomai: "..."
