For others, such a choice would indeed mean that death is the only expectation.
But for Lin Xin, it represents giving up and compromising.
"Sometimes, choosing to live requires more courage than choosing to die."
The woman in the white dress looked at Lin Xin and suddenly said seriously.
"The torment and suffering of millions of years are enough to test whether his eternal essence will wane." The Painter also took note of Lin Xin's choice.
"Eva, how long have you been here?"
Although the Painter was just a switch, over nearly infinite time, he eventually had some autonomy and space for thought.
Other than being unable to leave to do other things, in other respects, he is no different from a normal person.
The woman in the white dress looked at the Painter's back.
"I can't remember... perhaps tens of millions of years."
"Do you want him to help you get out?" the Painter asked.
"Do you think I have no hope?" Eva countered.
