Zhou Yingnan curled up her body, lying by the campfire, staring blankly at the crackling firewood.
The battle between her and Yang Fan had ended about twenty minutes ago, but her breath was still slightly rapid.
"Am I beautiful?" Zhou Yingnan suddenly murmured, asking.
Yang Fan nodded emphatically, "Unparalleled beauty."
The matter was over, but at this moment, he was starting to doubt life.
Afterwards, Zhou Yingnan just lay there quietly in a daze by the campfire. He handed over her clothes, but she just spread them underneath her, not putting them on.
She said nothing, just staring blankly at the campfire.
This made Yang Fan's nerves suddenly tense up. It seemed as if not only did she regret it, but she was also somewhat questioning life.
"I finally understand some people's writings about love," Zhou Yingnan slowly turned her head to look at Yang Fan.
