I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

The car sped along, and Xie Yuhua continued to vigilantly observe the movements of the remaining insects until he saw that he had escaped the encirclement, at which point he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His gaze then turned to the direction of the rock pillar, where he clearly saw Wu Xie and the others.

"Why did they leave?" Xie Yuchen frowned, looking at Ling Xiao with confusion. Wu Xie and the others were in a safe, high place, and Wu Xie and a few others were waving in their direction, indicating that it was safe there. Logically, they should have gone there to meet up.

Seeing Xie Yuchen's puzzled expression, Ling Xiao suddenly chuckled softly and said, "You don't like this place anyway, so why should we stay here?" He then ruffled Xie Yuhua's hair with his hand.

“Don’t tell me you can’t bear to leave them here. Your dreams, plus the dryness and scorching sun here, full of insects, and a bunch of… trouble.” He paused, his gaze passing over the understanding flower, seemingly piercing through the dark desert, looking towards a more ethereal distance. “Besides, I came here from beginning to end only because of revenge.”

The cold satisfaction in his eyes lasted only a moment before transforming into nonchalant laziness. He withdrew his hand, shrugged, and continued, "Now that the revenge is done, what's the point of staying? To clean up their mess?"

"So, now let's go home together, Hua-ye, and happily watch TV while eating popcorn. Wouldn't that be even better?" Ling Xiao said, about to continue driving.

"But I never thought they were a problem."

Xie Yuchen's voice wasn't loud, but it made Ling Xiao abruptly stop in his tracks as he was about to press the accelerator. He turned his head, the casual smile on his face completely vanishing, replaced by a deep scrutiny. He stared at Xie Yuhua, his eyes, which always carried a hint of mockery or aloofness, now like searchlights, trying to pierce through Xie Yuhua's calm exterior to reveal her true thoughts.

Xie Yuhua remained silent. His gaze swept past Lingxiao and returned to the distant, wind-eroded rock pillars, now swallowed by darkness and reduced to blurry outlines. Even from this distance, he could almost see Wu Xie's arms drooping, the fat man's shocked expression, and the young man's silent yet mountain-like figure.

“They,” Xie Yuhua said slowly, each word clear and firm, “are friends, companions, people who have gone through life and death together. They are not ‘trouble’.”

He withdrew his gaze and looked directly at Ling Xiao. There was no accusation in his beautiful eyes, only an almost stubborn honesty: "Ling Xiao, I admit, I'm exhausted. I hate the desert, I hate the insects, I hate the endless mysteries and dangers." He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, as if suppressing some surging emotion. "But, leaving a friend in such a place where their fate is unknown, just for my own so-called 'ease,' perhaps, I can't do it."

"Stop joking, okay? The script you're reading isn't some action anime." Ling Xiao was still trying to crack a joke, but there was a hint of tension in his voice, as if he wanted to use his light words to weigh down the heavy weight of Xie Yuhua's words. He tried to put his nonchalant mask back on, but for the first time, the curve of his lips looked a little stiff.

Jieyuhua didn't look at him again.

He didn't say anything more.

The only response Ling Xiao received was a crisp "click" as the passenger door lock was deftly opened by Xie Yuhua.

The dry, scorching desert wind, mixed with the smell of gunpowder, burnt insect corpses, and heavy blood, rushed into the car like an invisible giant wave, instantly dispelling the false coolness created by the air conditioner and ruffling the stray hairs on Ling Xiao's forehead.

The last trace of a smile on Ling Xiao's face froze completely.

"You idiot! You motherfucker—!" Ling Xiao slammed his hand on the steering wheel, the horn blaring across the desert. He felt like he was going to have a breakdown, purely out of anger.

"What are you worried about when Brother and Black Glasses are both there? Didn't you say that A Ning didn't die in the illusion?"

“But Chen Yunjin is dead, and she’s different from the one in the illusion now,” Xie Yuhua replied, frowning.

"Even if things change, only Aning will die."

"Ling Xiao, I can tell that A Ning still considers you a friend." Xie Yuhua stopped him from saying anything more.

Ling Xiao fell silent. He knew what Xie Yuhua was worried about. People always tend to relate things to themselves, and he didn't blame her. He had to be understanding.