"She is the most pitiful one."
"Her father died of cancer, her mother was killed by a collapsing house, her last remaining family member also passed away recently, and even she herself could not escape the clutches of death."
"Qingrong, tell me..."
Why is this happening?
...
I didn't get an answer, and I know that Song Qingrong can't give me an answer to this question, because that's the unfairness of this world itself. As I said before: what we seek but cannot obtain... is precisely the fate of this world.
We returned to the coffin shop in the middle of the night.
I decided to stay here. Originally, Song Qingrong was planning to go back, but she chose to stay because of me. I originally wanted to persuade her to leave, but I also knew that even if Song Qingrong knew what I was thinking, she would not leave me at this time.
But when I returned to the coffin shop, I still felt empty.
The spot where Yan Yin often sat had accumulated a layer of dust in just two days.
The spot where two special coffins were originally placed now only has my one left.
While the rest remained largely unchanged, it seemed to have lost some of its vitality.
Although... there wasn't much life in this coffin shop to begin with.
After watching for a while, I looked at Song Qingrong, who was packing her things, and said, "Qingrong, I want to be alone for a while."
Song Qingrong looked at me, and I could see her worry, so I said again, "Don't worry, I won't do anything rash."
Seeing that I said that, Song Qingrong nodded and said, "Okay, I'll clean up. Call me if you need anything..."
"good."
I walked towards Yan Yin's room.
At this moment, Song Qingrong called out to me again, saying, "Xu Ruo, I ask you to remember this."
"I've always been here."
"besides……"
"I love you."
Hearing the last three words, I forced a smile. I tried to answer, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. In the end, I could only walk into Yan Yin's room under Song Qingrong's disappointed gaze.
The last time I went into Yan Yin's room was to look for her medical records.
This time, I want to find some trace of her.
However, I didn't rush to search. Instead, I sat down in a chair and looked at everything in the room. The room was simply furnished, just like Yan Yin's room—clean and simple.
If there's anything truly out of place, it's the dressing table that's suddenly overflowing with cosmetics, still bearing traces of Yan Yin's use.
I couldn't help but recall what Yan Yin had said earlier.
I don't want to look ugly...
I'm afraid you'll dislike me.
Fortunately, I hadn't forgotten about it. Before saying goodbye, I asked Song Qingrong to do her makeup. Unfortunately, it was Song Qingrong who did it.
After a while, I got up and found the sticky notes that Yan Yin often used in the drawer. All the ones with writing on them looked like they had been kept very well by her. I carefully put them away, but the bottom one made me a little afraid to look at it.
My name is on it.
And one sentence.
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