"I don't hate you," Ya Shitian replied without hesitation.
Ji Luo's eyes flickered, "Why not?"
"No time."
It was as if she had been suddenly stabbed by a sword. Shock, pain, and finally self-mockery flashed through Ji Luo's eyes.
"Even like this, why can't I forget you?"
"Take out the gemstone."
"Is the apocalypse real?"
"It's real."
Whoosh, whoosh—
The seawater suddenly rose a lot.
Ji Luo's calves were instantly submerged.
She stood there feeling nothing, motionless, "How much longer is there?"
"Just these few days. Give me the gemstone and I won't kill you. If you want to hide from the disaster with us, I won't object."
Ji Luo was surprised; she hadn't expected him to say that.
"Why are you still being kind to me?"
With a neutral expression, Ya Shitian replied, "It's not that I'm being kind to you. It's just that right now, I don't want to argue about anything."
In the face of the apocalypse and Ye Anqi's life or death, he realized that nothing else mattered.
