I know Song Qingrong did it on purpose.

She was unhappy, but she didn't dare to say it, afraid that it would affect me, so she preferred to bear the grievance alone.

So much so that she only now uses this method to vent the emotions hidden in her heart.

When we came out of the room, Song Qingrong seemed to be in a much better mood, while I had several teeth marks on my hands, although I knew that was only on the surface.

As for Song's mother, after we came out, she looked at us with an ambiguous expression, nodding and smiling as she looked at us: "The more I look at you two, the more well-matched you seem."

"We wouldn't say they're a match made in heaven, but they're pretty much one."

"Mom, here you go again!" Song Qingrong said helplessly, "If you keep doing this, I'm going to let Xu Ruo go!"

"Auntie, don't worry about us." I replied, "I haven't eaten yet. If Qingrong really kicks me out, I won't be able to eat your ribs."

"I've been thinking about this for days!"

"Alright, alright!" Song's mother waved her hand with a smile, "You all."

"Now that they can make their own decisions, I really can't control them anymore."

"However, Auntie still hopes you will think it over carefully."

"after all……"

"Alright, let's not talk about it anymore!" Song's mother said, stopping there. "Let's eat first."

"I'll go back after I finish eating."

"So soon?" I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Song's mother was no longer talking about me and Song Qingrong, but I was still a little surprised to hear her words. "Didn't Qingrong say you weren't leaving until tomorrow?"

Upon hearing this, Song's mother looked at me and then at Song Qingrong. She didn't answer me, but instead picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in my bowl, saying, "Eat more if you like it."

"If you want to eat it next time, let Qingrong take you to me."

"Okay!" I replied, and at the same time, I exchanged a glance with Song Qingrong. We both saw helplessness and complexity in each other's eyes.

We filmed this scene until after 10 p.m. After Song's mother left, the two of us sat down on the sofa as if we had lost all our energy.

Song Qingrong remained silent.

I didn't know what to say for a moment.

After about an hour of silence, Song Qingrong finally spoke, "Xu Ruo, can't you tell me the reason?"

Why must you die?

"I really don't understand."

I thought for a moment and said, "I don't actually want to die either."

"But I have no choice in this matter."

"As for why, I don't know how to explain it."

I scratched my head, looked at her, and asked, "Qingrong, if I said I'm not from this world, would you believe me?"

...

"So, you're saying you came from another world? You were originally here to save Gu Nianci?" Song Qingrong looked at me, seemingly deep in thought.

I nodded.

I didn't want to say it.

But thinking that things have come to this point, it's time to make things clear. This is something I owe Song Qingrong, and she deserves this answer.

"Then why don't you just not divorce her?" After a while, Song Qingrong asked me as if she had suddenly thought of something.

I couldn't help but laugh and say, "Do you think that's possible?"

I sighed and said, "I've struggled for so many years. At the beginning, I actually had this thought too. I thought as long as we didn't get divorced, nothing else mattered. There was always hope."

"But then I suddenly realized..."

"That would be too painful."

"Besides... it's really unfair to me, to Gu Nianci, and even to all of you, isn't it?"

“It’s really good to be alive.” I took out a cigarette, and Song Qingrong, who doesn’t like me smoking, lit it for me this time. I looked at her, smiled, and continued, “When I met Yan Yin, she asked me…”

"Why can't we just live a good life?"

She said that so many people want to live but can't, and that the world is too unfair.