The pitch-black cool night, Ye Xuan and Robert Cain walked on the barren mountain terrain. Ye Xuan lit a cigarette and tossed one to Robert Cain. The two smoked, sitting on the high mountain rocks, gazing at the distant scenery.
"It's all dark, I really don't know, what are you looking at?"
Robert Cain exhaled the smoke from his mouth, a few bitter smiles flickered across his face, and he questioned with doubt.
"Looking at the stars."
Ye Xuan smiled and added, "Some say, when people die, they turn into stars, watching their loved ones live on."
"Don't be so poetic. It's sappy!"
Robert Cain shook his head instantly and seriously focused on Ye Xuan, saying, "Are you sure you want to keep being so reckless?"
"Otherwise what?"
Ye Xuan chuckled and retorted.
"I can tell, you actually don't want to kill them, it's just forced upon you."
