Qin Xue was thinking about the future of all sorts, but still finds the present more human and emotional, at least she wouldn't become so merciless.
"Go ahead and give it your best shot, no matter how many moves you make, I'll take them all." An Hao was looking for something to distract herself with right now, the busier the better. Would she be afraid of Qin Xue? The answer was, of course, no.
"Haha, ambitious are we, just don't start crying for your mom and dad later," Qin Xue sneered aloud.
"Do you think I'm still at the age when I cry for my mom? I'm no longer like that, okay." When An Hao was a child crying for her mom, her mom didn't even know where she was. Alone in the dark, she was scared, she cried, yet nobody came to comfort her, until later she became numb, and then changed, becoming strong.
