Cinderella paused for a moment, a smile appeared on her desolate face, she laughed and leaned back.
"Reality is cold and merciless, filled with correct choices and significant meanings, it's so exhausting. That's why I like some meaningless foolish things, it sounds like a fairy tale for adults, like a dazzling flash in a gray and decaying world."
Ewen raised an eyebrow and held onto the cabinet, standing up with difficulty, his strength was almost recovered, and they should continue their survival journey.
Cinderella supported Ewen, listening to him speak, she asked curiously, "Do you often do foolish things?"
"More than that," Ewen said, "my life is simply a collection of foolish acts."
The two walked out of the room, which hadn't been attacked yet, but the tremors around them grew increasingly intense, as if monsters were slowly closing in.
Ewen smelled a whiff of blood, unsure if it was emanating from a corpse around the corner or from himself.
