"Zhongli, do you always feel that we can't make it to the end?" Xiang Shan asked her breathlessly.
Zhongli was suppressed within his body and the wall, unable to move. Hearing this, he said in a low voice: "I used to think so."
Xiang Shan's face darkened.
After a while, she looked up at him, moved her mouth to his ear, and exhaled silkily: "But, I don't think so now."