"Hmm...maybe I'm a little bit selfish."
"I……"
"I understand." I interrupted Yan Yin. I already knew what she meant. She might not know what I was talking about or what she was referring to, but what she said was a decision that I couldn't make up my mind to make.
I know Song Qingrong loves me, and I don't want her to be sad because of my death.
But now...
But I was already making her sad.
Since both of us will be sad anyway, why can't we both have fewer regrets?
"Thank you."
I didn't look at Yan Yin, and walked straight towards Song Qingrong. Before Song Qingrong could react, I grabbed her, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her forcefully.
Song Qingrong sobbed and tried to resist, but I held her even tighter.
I only slowly let go of her when her resistance began to turn into acceptance, and when she hugged me back.
Then I looked at her and said the words I had always wanted to say but never dared to.
"Song Qingrong".
Why are you so foolish?
“Song Qingrong…”
"No matter how far or how long we go in the future, let's stay together until the unknown arrives."
When she heard me say that, I could feel Song Qingrong's body trembling. But the next moment, she suddenly pushed me away and slapped me hard.
"Xu Ruo!"
What do you take me for?
I stared at her blankly, at the unfamiliar hatred in her eyes as she looked at me, and suddenly felt a pang of heartache.
I opened my mouth, wanting to answer, but suddenly I didn't know what to say.
"I've already said it, we'll only ever be strangers from now on."
"You don't need to, and don't need to, come and tell me these things again."
"Are you pitying me?" Song Qingrong looked at me with a cold smile. "You don't need to pity me. This is my own choice, and I know very well what I'm doing."
"But why...why do you insist on marrying a dead man?" I hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"If I hadn't married a dead person, would you feel guilty towards me like this now?" Song Qingrong laughed self-deprecatingly.
“I…” I was speechless.
Because in fact, perhaps that is indeed the case.
If Song Qingrong were to marry a normal person, I would choose to bless her. But what makes me sad and unable to bear is that she is going to marry a dead person.
I think she's ruining her future and destroying the rest of her life.
So I feel guilty. I feel that if I can't stop her, I won't be able to die in peace...
I just don't want to admit it.
"Xu Ruo, you were the one who said there was no possibility between us, and you pushed me away without any mercy."
"Since it's all your fault, don't come and say these things to me anymore."
"Don't give me any more hope."
"Please, please?"
Song Qingrong didn't look at me again, turned around and left without looking back. Watching her back, I subconsciously wanted to chase after her, but I just couldn't take that step.
She walked further and further away.
It's getting farther and farther away.
Am I being selfish?
I looked at Yan Yin, who had come to my side, and asked her with a self-deprecating smile.
"Is it because you know you're going to die that you're rejecting her?"
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