I did the calculations again.
I only have one month left until I die.
It seems like the world is playing another cruel joke on me.
Just as I was in a daze, I finally heard footsteps. I looked up and saw that Song Qingrong had indeed returned. She saw me too, and our eyes met once again. But this time, before she could reject me or chase me away, I spoke first.
"Qingrong".
"Can we talk?"
"Is there anything else to talk about?" Song Qingrong looked at me coldly.
I stood up, looked at her, and said with a wry smile, "I know you hate me right now, but I have my reasons..."
"Difficulties?" Song Qingrong suddenly sneered. "What difficulties could you possibly have?"
"In fact, I know that you don't love me, and I shouldn't force you to love me..."
“That’s not how it is…” I interrupted Song Qingrong.
"So what is it?" Song Qingrong just looked at me, her eyes growing even colder.
I took a deep breath and looked directly into Song Qingrong's cold eyes, saying, "I'm going to die."
"I'm about to die."
"I don't want you to be sad because of my death. I think that would be cruel."
“But just now, Yan Yin told me that it would be cruel to you if I didn’t tell you anything, and I shouldn’t deprive you of your right to choose.”
"I don't want to have any regrets."
I don't want you to really hate me.
"sorry……"
"Xu Ruo!"
However, Song Qingrong sneered again, "Do you think I would believe that?"
Do you think I would believe that?
I stared at her blankly. Those seven words were like a sharp sword piercing my heart, and for a moment I was at a loss for words.
Should she believe me?
I asked myself that question.
Seemingly seeing that I didn't speak, she walked towards me and stood right in front of me, at that moment we were less than half a meter apart.
"Can I still trust you?"
She asked me again.
I still didn't know how to answer, so I just stared at her blankly until she spoke again: "If you can't answer me, then please step aside."
Please don't waste my time.
"Otherwise, I will call the police!"
After she finished speaking, she walked past me without hesitation. Feeling her presence, I finally couldn't hold back and grabbed her hand.
"Song Qingrong".
"I don't know how to explain it to you."
"But I'm going to die."
"One month later!"
"Just one month!"
"Why?" This time, Song Qingrong finally turned to look at me.
But the next moment, she asked a question that I couldn't answer.
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