"Once is enough."
Ye Qianxiao's tone was very indifferent, indifferent to the point that it seemed as if the first time carrying a ten-kilometer load was as simple as that, that casual tone, as if to her, life was worthless.
Mo Shangjun was a little surprised.
Three years ago, she might have realized right away that she wouldn't get along with Ye Qianxiao. Such fundamental differences in beliefs would have made her too lazy to argue or to share her own views and reverence for a human life with Ye Qianxiao.
But this wasn't three years ago.
So, it was just a bit of surprise.
Because she had seen so many different things and realized that the world wasn't as she had seen it in her first ten-plus years, there were many things out there that she hadn't touched, hadn't experienced, or even hadn't imagined existed.
