Yes, I'm afraid of death

  Listening to the flow of words, Xuan Yan turned her head around and bumped into a pair of eyes. Various complex emotions intersected in his pupils, making it difficult for her to understand, but one thing was clear: he was self-abasing.

  "Does having great power really matter?" she asked softly, feeling a bit ridiculous for asking such a silly question. She thought to herself that as a member of the royal family with an emperor brother, how could he not care about whether he was weak or strong, useless or useful.

  Liu didn't answer, he glanced at Xuan Xiran and just smiled lightly. He thought he had already digressed from the topic. He came here just to understand what kind of person this 'Xuan Si Lang' was.

  "Do you like this?" He walked over just now and found that the girl was quietly appreciating the scenery here.

  "I don't know either," Xuan Yan replied calmly and lightly, with a look of confusion and puzzlement on his face, liking or not liking.

  The orange light pouring down from the sky made the girl's clear eyes a bit hazy, she lifted her hand to tidy up the hair on her temples that was blown messy by the wind, and looked into the distance, saying softly: "Because of an accident, I came to this world, which is completely different from the one I lived in. There, it was ordinary but peaceful, while here, it's magical but also very dangerous. Anxiety and fear filled that curious heart."

  "Why stay behind?" He really wanted to know, being so afraid of this world, why not try to go back instead of choosing to stay, staying by the side of King Ails.

  "No choice" Xuan Yan's four-word answer left Liu Wei stunned, "I had no choice, just like how I couldn't specialize in martial arts due to my poor physique and chose healing magic instead. In the end, for survival, I could only make a choice that seemed like I had no choice."

  "Is it because you're afraid of death?" Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up in a self-deprecating smile that didn't match his gentle expression. He was mocking himself, and also mocking those who, like him, were unwilling to bow their heads to fate, yet had no choice but to accept it due to their fear of death.

  He didn't mind the sudden change in tone, still mocking himself, Xuan Yan simply spoke from his heart, "Yes, I'm afraid of death, the feeling of being afraid of death, more afraid of dying in this strange world, and even more afraid of dying where my family can't see me"

  The last sentence was like a heavy blow to Liu's heart.

  Looking at the darkening sky, Xuan Yiran thought it was time to go back. She turned around and smiled at Liu Xiao: "I should go back, or someone will get anxious." Thinking that Luka might be crying again because he couldn't see her, she felt both helpless and amused.

  Staring at Xuan Yanran, who seemed to be thinking of something else while secretly smiling, with a face full of joy, Liu's heart skipped a beat. He wanted to ask "Why can you still smile like this?" or "Why do you want to tell me these things, don't you dislike me?" But when the words reached his lips, he couldn't bring himself to ask them.

  As he watched her leave and go far away, "I want to say" he suddenly stopped her, "This suit suits you very well."

  He didn't turn around, but from the tone of his voice behind him, she could tell that he was speaking from the bottom of his heart.

  She smiled lightly and said, "Thank you for letting Jian deliver clothes to me." After finishing speaking, she left without staying.

  Hershel may not be as aimless as he seems, is a man with a purpose.

  Maybe he is just like her, a tool used by others for their own purposes.