Here, I await my death.

As I was reminiscing, Yan Yin finally spoke up: "I bought a piece of land here, and they said it's fine as long as it's not used for commercial or residential purposes."

"It's right there."

Yan Yin pointed to a spot less than ten steps away from us, where there were several sunflowers that had not yet bloomed, right by the moat.

"If you wish, I can give you half, and you can be buried there after you die."

"Aren't you going to try to persuade me not to die?" I looked at her in surprise.

Yan Yin thought for a moment and said, "If possible, I would still like to persuade them."

"But you are the only person I have ever met who has no fear of death whatsoever, as if there is nothing left in this world for you to remember."

"I've realized that you seem more pitiful than I am."

Yan Yin turned to look at me, as if trying to understand what kind of person I was.

I felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, so I turned my head away and took out a cigarette, asking, "May I smoke?"

"Hmm..." Yan Yin responded softly, then looked away from me before continuing, "Can you tell me your story?"

"And what is your story?" I countered. "Why do you want to die too?"

Are you sick?

"Or is it like you said, that you want to commit suicide?"

"I'm sick." Yan Yin took a deep breath, as if trying to breathe in the air properly. "I have late-stage brain cancer. The doctor said I only have half a month left to live."

Where are your family members?

"Are they all gone?"

“Hmm…” Yan Yin nodded gently, “Seven years ago, my father also passed away from brain cancer.”

"Later, during the demolition, my mother was killed when a wall collapsed on her because she couldn't bear to part with the things my father left at home."

Hearing this, my body trembled.

Demolition?

I had never heard of this before. My eyes narrowed involuntarily, and the hand holding the cigarette trembled uncontrollably.

Is this fate?

I subconsciously looked at the enigmatic girl beside me.

Suddenly I feel like cursing, cursing this damn world.

To hear such a thing at this time, is it to make me unable to die in peace?

Yan Yin continued speaking.

"Later, my uncle took me to the city. He was a coffin maker and ran a coffin shop. But a month ago, he also passed away because of his poor health."

"He had no children, so the coffin shop was handed over to me."

“I originally wanted to take good care of my uncle, but a week ago, I was also diagnosed with brain cancer.”

“My uncle was my last family member in this world. After he passed away, I had no home.”

"However, when I was diagnosed with brain cancer, I felt somewhat fortunate, fortunate that I didn't have to let them outlive their child."

As Yan Yin spoke, tears streamed down her face, and her voice grew increasingly choked with sobs.

"So you know what, when I heard you say you were going to die, I was actually really angry."

"I don't understand why you don't value your own life so much when you're perfectly healthy and not sick."

"I don't understand. So many people want to live, yet this world insists on taking them away."

"This is so unfair!"