Pessimist

Lu Siya was staring at the same "fire dragon."

Hundreds of meters below the biplane, the burning light from the crowd turned into two small golden dancing serpents in her deep, beautiful eyes.

"Tell me, Meng Chao..."

She seemed to sense Meng Chao's dilemma, and her lips curled up into a subtle smile. "Do you think we can get through this?"

After a pause, she realized that her question was ambiguous, and she added, "I'm not just talking about the present crisis. The internal conflicts in Dragon City aren't so intense that things are about to explode. As long as we have enough wisdom and trust, there will be a chance to survive.