How to live for oneself?
Ah Lang couldn't figure out this question.
But it didn't matter; he didn't want to think about it.
Ah Lang didn't speak; he lay there like an ice cold corpse.
The wolves whimpered softly beside him, but his heart was as still as dead water, devoid of any life force.
Lin Dong sighed and brought him back to the camping ground.
"Lin Dong, he doesn't want to live anymore, why are you still saving him?" Li Yanran also became agitated, and couldn't help but ask.
Lin Dong said, "He has never met a kind person in his life. If he just dies like this, he'll feel the world is even duller than the jungle, and that people's hearts are colder than those of wolves."
"But this world isn't like that..."
Li Yanran was slightly startled; looking at Lin Dong before her, she felt as if there was a light about him.
Facing the light, who doesn't want to chase it? Who doesn't want to draw near? Who doesn't want to become light themselves?