"..."
Isis was silent for a long time, seemingly exhausted.
"It's hard to understand. You poured your heart into a void, enduring the torment of a tool that was never loyal and rebellion, all to win a victory that has no meaning at all?" she asked, "I don't see the necessity of persistence, sir. Is it really worth it?"
"Persistence itself is the greatest meaning," Ji Jue countered.
"Why?"
"Because tomorrow will come." Ji Jue controlled his body, showing a smile, "Someone once said, 'Waiting and hope are the most beautiful things in the world.'
"That person must be out of his mind."
Isis indifferently said, "Doesn't he have work tomorrow?"
"Ah, this..."
Ji Jue was dumbfounded. If his physical body were still present, he might have slapped his thigh in amazement, "You don't say, you really don't say! He didn't have to work, he was in prison."
Isis was silent for a moment, seemingly unable to comprehend.
The starlight in the container flickered.
"...Sir, what's prison?"
