"Two years?" Maoli was stunned for a moment. How short is life? No one can predict how long he will live. Maybe he would have lived well, and suddenly one day he will be up. Maoli didn't really think about these things. When Sima asked this question, Maoli immediately thought about it. For a while, he didn't know how to answer it.

Sima seemed to see Maoli's mind and said, "I'd better live a life without knowing anything. Even if it's short, it's meaningful. Only in this way can I live a natural life."

Mao Li heard the sadness in Sima's tone, as if he had suffered those disasters, but...