The once affectionate greetings now feel like curses.
Jiang Li stared ahead; the winding path was desolate. The cold light of the street lamps spilled onto the ground, as if this road didn't lead to an exit but straight to the underworld.
"Now you can trust me, Jiang Li. In my eyes, I see many things, including the future," Pu'er's voice echoed once again.
Jiang Li ran forward, but her limbs felt completely drained—not from exhaustion, nor from being hit by a skill, but because the belief she had held fast in her heart had crumbled in that moment.
She was tired.
Ever since being chosen by Hell's Movie, everything around her had spiraled out of control. No matter how hard she tried, everything amounted to nothing.
People can overcome obstacles, but when faced with a chasm, they can only remain where they are and lament.
Jiang Li's speed grew increasingly slower until finally, she stopped.
"You win," she said softly. Her tone was calm, her expression composed.
