Jiang Shouzhong naturally had no knowledge of the upheaval in the Capital.
At this moment, he and Xiao Lingqiu were still trapped on that ship, as though everything had been frozen, and even time had ceased to flow.
Although Xiao Lingqiu had regained some of her strength, she still couldn't stand properly. She could only lean against the door of the cabin, looking up at the water curtain as thin as a cicada's wing, lost in thought.
She was wearing the black dress Jiang Shouzhong had given her, the fabric fitting her figure and tracing her curves.
Meanwhile, Jiang Shouzhong had casually tied a piece of cloth around his waist.
"Do you think we'll die here?"
Xiao Lingqiu suddenly asked.
Jiang Shouzhong, who was still examining the red powder skull inside the crystal coffin, responded irritably, "If you want to die, do it yourself. I'm not going to sit here waiting for death with you."
Xiao Lingqiu said faintly, "Sometimes, life and death are beyond our control."
