Someone once told me that.
When a person dies thinking about how they are afraid of upsetting those around them or causing them trouble, that person must be an extremely lonely and pitiful person.
I know Yan Yin is lonely.
Because we are the same kind of people.
But I never expected her to be so lonely.
Even though we're already friends, she's still worried about causing me trouble, afraid that I might have any negative feelings about it...
How afraid she is of losing me as a friend!
For a moment, I didn't know whether to laugh or say something. I just couldn't help but think of a sentence: God is unfair; misfortune always seems to target the unfortunate.
Why can't God be kinder to everyone in this world?
Yan Yin clearly wanted to live.
It took me a while to come to my senses, and I forced a smile and said, "You don't like it?"
"How could this be..."
"And you're so good-looking, you'll definitely be very good-looking too."
"Quiet girls are the most beautiful."
"You were at your quietest then... weren't you?"
I didn't know how to comfort her, so I could only say these words. But after I finished speaking, I felt a strange, heart-wrenching pain, especially when I thought about the fear of death that Yan Yin was facing. I felt like I couldn't let go of a breath.
I really can't understand why such a gentle and kind girl has to suffer like this.
"Really?" Yan Yin looked at me with some disbelief. "But when Dad passed away, he was in so much pain, it was terrifying..."
"There are so many...so many fellow patients."
"They told me... on the day you die, you should make sure you look as beautiful as possible."
"They said that we must save the best version of ourselves for our loved ones."
“Then I’ll teach you!” Song Qingrong suddenly spoke up. I saw that her eyes were red, but she was smiling at Yan Yin. “I’m a makeup artist, you know.”
"I was the one who did Xu Ruo's makeup when he got married!"
"With my guidance, you'll definitely be able to paint yourself beautifully."
I realized what was happening and quickly agreed, "Yes!"
"Qingrong's makeup skills are amazing!"
"With her teaching you, you can definitely do it!"
Yan Yin smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Okay!"
"But...isn't this too much trouble?"
"What trouble is there?" Song Qingrong shook her head and said with a smile, "You are Xu Ruo's friend, so you are my friend!"
"No, not just friends, we'll be best sisters from now on."
Song Qingrong emphasized it again.
"I fell in love with you the moment I saw you."
"You must be, you must be a very good girl!"
“Sister…” Yan Yin looked at Song Qingrong, then at me, and then said happily, “You and Xu Ruo are back together, that’s great!”
"So... Xu Ruo shouldn't be dead, right?"
"No more." I thought for a moment and said with a smile, "So...you should also try your best to survive!"
"I will."
...
We stayed at the coffin shop that night.
There were originally two rooms here. Song Qingrong and Yan Yin slept in one room, and I slept in the other, so it didn't feel crowded.
But on this particular night, I found myself starting to dislike summer.
Even with the air conditioning on, I could still feel the stuffiness; the tightness in my chest just wouldn't dissipate.
It was the first time I realized that Yan Yin was suffering so much at night.
The thing in her mind seemed to start acting up whenever she relaxed. Even though she tried her best not to bother us, the faint sobbing that came from her curled up in the living room with the coffins was still clearly audible.
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