After a long, long time, Liu Daqing let out a deep sigh: "Donglin, have you thought about the price you must pay for doing this?"
"..."
"This is a war without gunfire. Forget about time and energy, you might lose a lot of things. Not just wealth and status, but even other things..."
"I have already thought it through."
"Does it not matter even if you lose Yan Xixi?"
This time, he did not answer; he just remained silent.
In the blink of an eye, Christmas was approaching.
The campus was starting to take on a strong festive atmosphere, but Yan Xixi was very busy. Twenty-four hours here were far from enough; she wished each day could be extended to 48 hours.
This is a strange place: No matter how hard you work, someone else works harder; no matter how smart you are, someone else is smarter.
