Ye Qingci was afraid of provoking Yun Feng and causing him to do something bad to her, so she gently and softly persuaded him.
"It's okay, I'm not afraid..." Yun Feng said with a bleak shake of his head, "At this point, I don't care about anything anymore, being dead... would actually be a relief... If I'm going to die tomorrow, my only wish is that you accompany me today and celebrate my birthday..."
He poured himself another glass of wine, gulped it down, and smiled sadly, "This is probably the last birthday of my life..."
Ye Qingci had been chatting with him with a gentle tone all along, trying not to agitate him, but inside she was extremely nervous.
From the way Yun Feng spoke, it seemed like he didn't want to live anymore.
His emotions were very unstable; who knew whether he might do something rash in the next second?