The sudden question stunned Qiao Zhiyi.
Shi Jingzhou said weakly, "I had a dream, in which you told me, as long as I live, you'll be with me. So, do you still like me?"
Facing his sincere gaze, Qiao Zhiyi avoided him, "Does it matter?"
"Of course."
"Whether I like you or not is just my own wishful thinking."
"Why do you think I came here to find you?" Shi Jingzhou propped himself up, trying to get up.
Qiao Zhiyi's hands moved faster than her brain, and she reached out to help him.
He leaned on her, breathing heavily, looking very tired and uncomfortable.
Seeing this, Qiao Zhiyi let him be.
"None of that matters. What matters is how we get out of here, how we go back." Love and affection seemed ridiculous in the face of life and death.
"If I die, it would be very important to me."
Qiao Zhiyi frowned, "You won't die!"
"Are you very afraid I'll die?"
"..." Qiao Zhiyi felt he really didn't understand the gravity of their situation, insisting on asking these questions.