Lingquan ignored their complaints entirely. [All I'm saying is, Qingran, you've already given up on the hero role. So why not embrace the anti-hero instead? Do what you want. Survive however you see fit. And if that means playing the villain in someone else's story? So be it.]
Qingran stared at the sky, her expression unreadable.
Villainess, anti-hero, survivor.
Did it even matter?
All she knew was that the world had only twenty-two days left.
And she wasn't planning on being a casualty.
Qingran didn't respond right away. She let Lingquan's words settle, the weight of them pressing against the remnants of her earlier thoughts.
An anti-hero. A villainess.
Maybe she really was.
Feng Yizhou watched her carefully, his eyes dark under the moonlight. He didn't rush her for an answer, didn't ask what was going on in her mind. He simply walked beside her, his presence steady, unshaken.
