"Why?"

I don't quite understand.

“Mom said that now that Dad is gone, it’s just the two of us left in the family. We can’t let others think that our family has no backbone, so we have to hold back and let everyone know that our family will not fall apart even without Dad.”

Song Qingrong said reluctantly.

My heart skipped a beat.

Song Qingrong continued, "So no matter what, I must be strong."

"Dad is gone, but I'm still here in this family. I have to support this family, take good care of Mom, and protect her."

I stared blankly at Song Qingrong.

When I first met Song Qingrong in my previous life, I sensed that she was different from other girls. Later, when she begged me to lend her money, I became even more certain of this idea.

That's why I became friends with her.

She seemed carefree and easygoing, and perhaps that's when she started to change?

At that moment, I suddenly realized that the women I knew seemed to have suffered a great deal in my previous life.

Yan Yin first experienced the death of her father, then the accidental death of her mother, followed by the death of her beloved uncle Yan Shan, and then she herself was diagnosed with cancer.

Lin Qingxue's mother has uremia.

Song Qingrong also fell seriously ill after meeting me.

During this period, her father also passed away.

In other words, this entire seven-year period brought about almost earth-shattering changes to their lives.

Thinking about this made my feelings even more complicated.

I suddenly felt anxious and worried.

Perhaps they will all need me soon, but will I really be able to help them then? Being given a second chance at life has given me time, but the events that are about to happen seem to be telling me that everything is imminent.

"sorry……"

At this moment, Song Qingrong suddenly looked at me apologetically.

I was a little surprised. "Why are you suddenly apologizing to me?"

"I shouldn't have told you all this," Song Qingrong said with a bitter smile. "I just couldn't help it."

"It's nothing," I said with a smile. "We're the same age."

"And the fact that you're willing to tell me these things means we can be friends."

"Since we're friends, there's no need to be so polite."

"Friends?" Song Qingrong stopped and stared at me blankly.

I nodded and said, "Yes, friend!"

"That's right!"

"I forgot to introduce myself."

At this point, I extended my hand and said, "Hello, my name is Xu Ruo, and I'm very happy to be your friend."

Song Qingrong looked at me for a while before gently taking my hand.

"Hello."

"My name is Song Qingrong."

"It's great to be friends with you!"

I'm so happy...

We finally met again.

We eventually became friends.

Even if it's just the beginning.

As I was thinking to myself, Song Qingrong's father had already been placed in his coffin. Several workers came out and looked at me, asking, "Are you going back?"

I shook my head and said, "You guys go first."

"Go back and tell the boss that I'll be at the party quite late tonight."

"If you can, leave the door open for me."

"Okay, sure!"

After the workers left, Song Qingrong looked at me with confusion, "Why didn't you go back?"

“We’re already friends. Since we’re friends, I should stay when you need me, shouldn’t I?” I said earnestly.

"Thank you..." Song Qingrong's eyes seemed to redden instantly.

"But I'm going to see my dad."

"I'll go with you." I nodded.

We arrived at the funeral hall.

I spotted Song's mother kneeling beside the coffin at a glance.

At this moment, Song's mother's eyes reddened, but she still managed to hold back her tears.

Looking at her, I felt a strange pang of sadness.

My past life experiences made me feel no less guilty towards Song's mother than anyone else.