As soon as Lu Yu uttered these words, Leng Qingqiu's body froze slightly, appearing somewhat surprised. Originally, she thought Lu Yu's answer would most likely be no, but unexpectedly, Lu Yu admitted it so straightforwardly.
"What kind of people are they?"
Upon hearing Lu Yu's response, Leng Qingqiu spoke in a low voice. Driven by curiosity, she wanted to know more about Lu Yu, so she was very eager to learn this information.
Now Leng Qingqiu wanted to know what kind of friends Lu Yu had made on that survival-of-the-fittest Paradise Island.
"What kind of people?"
Hearing this, Lu Yu's tone lifted slightly, revealing an indescribable expression between his words, an expression tinged with mockery and anger, yet hiding deep memories: "They were once very good people, so good that even on that hell-like Paradise Island, they could still give you hope."
As he spoke, there was a hint of recollection in Lu Yu's eyes, and three familiar figures appeared before him.
"Once?"
