"I'm not afraid," Wang Xiaoyi interrupted Qiao Shan, "Brother Shan, I've known what you do ever since the day I started following you. I've already thought it through. Brother Shan, you're truly good to me, I can feel it. Being with you, I'd be willing to go through fire and water."
"Silly girl, you'd go even if Brother Shan goes to his death?" Qiao Shan smiled helplessly.
"Yes, I'll go. Wherever Brother Shan goes, I go, even in death. On the road to the underworld, I'd still be Brother Shan's companion." Wang Xiaoyi said with tears in her eyes, smiling.
Qiao Shan shook his head helplessly and continued eating his meal.
He cleaned his plate of the two dishes, and Wang Xiaoyi watched the now-empty plate with a face full of satisfaction.
No matter how others viewed this man, in her eyes, he was just like her, both people who had come out of the mountains and suffered since childhood.
