Ye Yuwei looked at Mo Fei's messages and remembered what Gu Juexi told her before. This world had never been kind to Mo Fei. Yet, even if she did it for the sake of survival—even if she became a killer—she would still retain her bottom line.
Yezi: [Sorry.]
Mo Fei: [Don't apologize.]
Yezi: [But, Mo Fei, sometimes bowing down to something isn't necessarily a bad thing.]
Mo Fei: [Since I was young, I knew that once I bow down, the only thing awaiting me would be death. So, I never knew what it meant to bow down.]
Mo Fei leaned against the headboard with her eyes lightly closed. The smell of bone soup lingered in the air. If Mo Fei found out about anything in the past few days, it would be that Xin Ya's cooking was amazing.
For as long as she could remember, she recalled playing games every day with about ten friends who were around her age. However, the game was too cruel, and those who failed only had one ending—death.
