If you were to coldly calculate, eighty percent of the dialogue in an average person's everyday life is pointless fluff.
From the morning's "Have you eaten?", to the night's "Goodnight"…
In the end, whether you eat or not, nobody is treating. The restlessness at night always results in restless sleep.
Any caring inquiry seems to bring more annoyance than warmth these days.
Why is that?
Li Yawei's question seemed trivial, but her voice trembled with the uncertainty of not knowing how to express her thoughts.
Looking at the tea in front of him, Shen Yue finally said after a while, "I almost died last night. I nearly died again today. I've been dealing with the Grim Reaper regularly these days."
He was smiling as he spoke, as if he were joking.
Li Yawei wanted to laugh, but for some reason, her tears were already welling up in her eyes.