"Why?" I asked.
“I saw what my father looked like during his treatment.” Yan Yin’s face suddenly turned pale. “Back then, he was getting injections every day and vomiting every day.”
"At its worst, I couldn't eat anything all day, and even the chemotherapy drugs were poisonous and couldn't be exposed to sunlight."
"But he still left later."
"I will never forget the way he looked when he left."
"I don't want that, I don't want to lose all my hair, I don't want to become someone I don't even recognize." Saying this, Yan Yin wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, forcing a smile as she looked at me, "That would be so ugly..."
"I don't want to be ugly."
"And since I'm going to die anyway, I'd rather use the rest of my time to do something I want to do."
"That would make me happier."
"I don't want to leave with regrets."
"I think...you don't want to either, do you?"
You don't want this either, do you?
Upon hearing this, two figures involuntarily flashed through my mind.
Song Qingrong and Lin Qingxue.
Do I have any regrets about them? Yes!
Song Qingrong is about to get married, to a dead man, but I have no reason to stop her, and that is my regret.
Lin Qingxue left this city for me, and I still haven't had the courage to go find her, call her an idiot, and then thank her. I don't blame her.
This is also a pity.
"Yes, I have regrets."
I had barely finished speaking when a familiar voice suddenly appeared in my ear. I was startled for a moment, but without thinking much, I immediately walked out of the coffin shop.
Next to the coffin shop is a funeral parlor.
My gaze was immediately drawn to one of the figures.
Song Qingrong!
At this moment, Song Qingrong was standing face to face with the funeral shop owner. She did not notice me, while the funeral shop owner was showing her some paper offerings.
"Boss, I want a paper house, a car... and then give me some paper money."
"By the way, do you help with weddings and funerals here?"
Weddings and funerals...
Hearing those two words, I felt a sharp pain in my heart.
Song Qingrong finally made her decision. Did she still want to walk that path?
This is not what I wanted to see.
I pushed her away because I didn't want to hurt her. I didn't want her to be sad because of my departure in the future. I really just wanted her to have a good life, to forget me as soon as possible, and to erase me from her world and from her memory.
I admit my selfishness.
But what can I do?
"Xu Ruo, do you know this older sister?" Yan Yin came to my side.
"Hmm..." I responded softly, and at that moment, I could feel my voice trembling slightly.
At this moment, Song Qingrong was dressed in white without makeup, but her face was obviously very pale. When she asked those questions, she seemed calm, but I could see that her eyes were lifeless and her face was cold without any expression.
A chilling despair.
"This woman also came to me this morning asking about coffins."
Is she sick too?
I shook my head slightly, took a deep breath to calm myself down, and then looked at Yan Yin, asking softly, "Yan Yin, tell me..."
"If you and someone are destined to have no future together, but she loves you so much that she hurts herself, what would you do?"
Yan Yin looked at me for a moment and said, "If I were the one being loved, I would be very happy."
"Although the thought of the day I will leave makes me very sad."
"But I will let her accompany me on my final journey in the limited time I have left."
"Why?"
I asked again.
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