Then she added, "But now you can rest assured."
"If you die after her, I can arrange your burial."
“I really will die.” I thought Song Qingrong was joking, and emphasized.
Upon hearing my words, Song Qingrong fell silent.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but sigh.
This is something we'll have to face sooner or later.
I need to make Song Qingrong take this seriously, instead of thinking I'm joking or lying to her.
However, the next moment Song Qingrong suddenly looked at me seriously and said, "Xu Ruo..."
"I don't care if it's true or not."
"I just want to tell you that I love you, regardless of life or death."
"If you really do die in a month, then the person who sees you off, the person who accompanies you at your grave, will definitely be me."
"I might be very sad then, and I might even cry my heart out at your grave, but I will definitely..."
"You'll get through this soon!"
"So you don't need to worry, you just need to tell me the truth and don't lie to me."
“I…” I stared blankly at Song Qingrong, whose eyes were already red, and for a moment I didn’t know what to say.
It turns out she didn't think I was joking.
She just wanted to treat my death as a joke.
After a moment, I smiled and said, "I understand..."
"I won't lie to you."
"That's good!" Song Qingrong wiped her eyes, took my hand and said, "Let's go, and buy some gifts while we're at it."
"Consider it my gift to her when we first meet."
"Okay." I nodded slightly.
"Do you think we can become friends?" Song Qingrong asked me.
Yes, it will.
"She probably wants to have friends too."
“She and I are actually the same kind of people; we’ve both been abandoned by this world,” I sighed. “It’s just that I’m a bit luckier than her.”
"At least when I felt abandoned, you were still there."
"And she only has me as a friend she just met."
"However, she has a bit of social anxiety."
"She might be a little unfamiliar with you at first, but don't mind."
"It seems you know her very well." Song Qingrong lowered her head, lost in thought.
“Before…” I didn’t think much of it, and just sighed, “Before, we talked about our past. Her life was indeed very bitter.”
...
Before long, we arrived at Yan Yin's coffin shop.
It's actually quite late now.
However, I sent a message to Yan Yin before I came to make sure she hadn't rested yet, otherwise it might have been a wasted trip.
To my surprise, this time Yan Yin wasn't wiping coffins or doing the usual shop-keeping and customer-attracting work that a shop owner should do; instead, she was putting on makeup with a makeup mirror.
It looks a bit clumsy.
When she saw us arrive, she quickly put away her cosmetics and said somewhat shyly, "You...you've come."
"Quick...quick, sit down!"
"Are you... putting on makeup?" I asked curiously.
Yan Yin blushed slightly upon hearing this and said in a low voice, "I don't know how to do makeup, so I want to learn... I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to find me a makeup artist later..."
"And I'll definitely look awful when I die."
"I'm afraid you'll dislike me..."
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