Lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, Lily's mind suddenly flashed back to her expression and thoughts of facing death head-on. She cursed inwardly. If she had known better back then, she probably wouldn't have been so ready to face death. It was a joke; experiencing death once made her realize how terrifying it truly was. Although she hadn't died, she definitely didn't have a good impression of it. If there was another time, she dared to guarantee that she wouldn't risk her life to save Di Mo again. It was all impulsive, all fueled by the emotional atmosphere of the moment. If there was another time, she wouldn't do it.
"Have you thought it through?" A cold voice suddenly came from beside her, startling Lily, who turned her head to see Di Mo glaring at her with a face full of coldness. It sent a shiver down her spine, making him seem like a lion about to devour someone.