"Yarong, what do you think..." Yang Qi rubbed her temples with her fingers, "What are our odds of victory?"
"Why are you asking this?" Song Yarong glanced at her and asked in return.
"No reason, just asking casually."
"I never think about such things." Song Yarong shook her head, tossing the ponytail draped over her shoulder to her back, "I just do what I can, and the rest isn't my concern. Why bother thinking about winning or losing..."
"..."
"Doesn't Xiazhou have an old saying, 'Do your best and leave the rest to fate'? As long as you've done your part, isn't that enough?" Song Yarong patted Yang Qi on the shoulder and said.
"Do your best, leave the rest to fate... But what if what we're doing is defying fate? Is doing our best... enough?" Yang Qi sighed softly.
