Noah's eyes narrowed slightly. "And if you don't?"
Mo Ji flinched at the question. Her lips trembled, but she forced herself to speak.
"If we die… someone will investigate. If they find any clues, they will take revenge quietly. If not…" Mo Ji's voice softened to a whisper, "The matter will be buried."
A long silence filled the cabin. Even the hum of the artifact seemed to dull under the weight of her words.
Noah leaned back slowly, processing. "So you were left to fate."
She nodded. "It's how it has always been. To understand death, we must taste life."
The heaviness of that mature tone, which seemed to have endured various tribulations, struck Xin Yan deeply in her maternal heart. She could not bear to see such a young woman suffer like this.
Xin Yan looked at Mo Ji for a long moment before speaking, "And how much longer until your fifty years are over?"
Mo Ji blinked, then gave a bitter smile. "Around twenty years."
