John Hill hung his head and pulled out a self-deprecating smile, shrouded in an air of defeat, "Ning Xia, it's not that I want to give up, but the reality is already in front of us, I have lost."
"What reality? Has the Great Prince become King yet? No, right? Have all your supporters gone? No, right? As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, it's not defeat!"
"But the point is, you need to preserve your own life first. We have a saying in the Orient that as long as the green hills are there, one need not worry about firewood! You still have the chance to make a comeback."
"Ning Xia..."
"Enough, I don't want to babble with you anymore. Let me tell you, it's best if you're willing to leave with me today. If you're not, then I'll knock you out with a club and drag you away!"
After Ning Xia roared this last sentence, the spacious ward suddenly quieted down, so quiet it seemed that only the breathing of the three people remained.
