At this point, he was definitely not simply doing it just to gain power or out of lust.
His pragmatism had been thoroughly worn down through repeated failures.
Now he just wanted to make amends for his own regrets, to accompany himself through these final moments, to break free from his entanglements and obsessions, and to perform one last dance with himself.
Yes, he knew his final fate, but he never thought of running away; instead, he still wanted to strive one last time.
In Jiang Mengli's view, this was very senseless.
Jiang Mengli did not want Lin Qianxuan to die with him, but after a moment of hesitation, she didn't voice it out.
Because she knew that even if she did, Lin Qianxuan would still proceed without regrets.
Just like the previous ten deaths.
"Hmm?"
Lin Qianxuan looked above Jiang Mengli's head, a vast amount of misty qi was flying towards him.
He was a bit puzzled. How did the goodwill level suddenly rise so much for no apparent reason?
