The woman shut down the computer, walked over to Gong Xiao, looked at her for a while, nodded but shook her head in pity.
"Pretty face, but having it is your greatest misfortune."
"Yes, indeed it's unfortunate." Gong Xiao also appeared to be in a downcast mood. However, the woman beside her chuckled and asked teasingly, "Then why don't you end it yourself? What's stopping you? Are you reluctant? Do you think your face will bring you great luck? Do you believe it's your pride?"
"Actually, you're wrong. Even before the Apocalypse, this face would have brought you great danger, let alone during the Apocalypse? Maybe before the Apocalypse, you could rely on your face to live a roaring life in the world and bring you a lot of good fortune, enough to have dogs crawling at your feet, craving your attention. But in the Apocalypse, it only brings disaster!"
