This time, Ye Lu's jaw dropped to the floor, even more unbelievable than hearing about a million.
"A hundred bucks? Are you serious?"
Ying nodded earnestly: "Hmm, holding onto the money, I don't even know what to do with it, if you insist on giving, then just give a little."
"Don't you have any places you want to go, anything you want to buy, anything you want to do?"
"No." He felt his mind was empty, lacking any persisting desires; he wasn't that concerned about money.
Anyway, no matter how much he was given, he felt nothing.
On the contrary, it's not that she needed him now, but he needed her—to have someone to dominate him, command him to do things, only then would he feel stable and at ease.
"..." Ye Lu simply couldn't understand this person, feeling that he really was quite dull.
Not dull in intelligence, but in the sense of having no desire for life, no thoughts of his own, almost like an outsider, living on the fringe of society.
