"Can't you see? I'm betting my life on the future."
In the fire, Shen Miao's eyes were brighter than the flames, and the determination in them was as firm as a rock.
"What's the point of a future if you are dead?" Xie Jingxing said sternly, "It's too risky."
Shen Miao laughed and looked at him sarcastically. "I'm different from the Young Marquis. The Young Marquis is very resourceful. You have to spend too much effort to get what you want. I'm different. If I don't risk my life, I'll be better off dead. I'm not even afraid of death anymore. Why would I be afraid of fire?" She paused. "Leave."
