Su Mei spoke softly, "I didn't tell you that she suffers from severe depression."
“If I were Milk Girl, I wouldn’t want others to know about my illness either. Constantly reminding others of my unhappiness with strange looks is wrong. As her friend, you did nothing wrong.”
On the contrary, he was grateful for her encouragement, which gave him wonderful memories.
Even if the ending is tragic, having had it is a kind of happiness.
Su Mei watched him leave, her low spirits lingering for quite a while.
Tang Yaoyao glanced sideways and saw that she looked somewhat dazed. She beckoned to her and said, "My beauty, come here."
"Um."
Su Mei walked over and sat down next to her. Looking at her charming face, she recalled Milk Girl's appearance—a different kind of beauty, a different kind of warmth.
At this moment, she really missed Milk Girl.
She gripped Su Mei's hand tightly, as if finding a subtle solace, and whispered, "Brother Yao, is there really such a thing as reincarnation, past lives and present lives?"
"some."
She answered without hesitation.
If not, why was she reborn?
"Can you predict whether Milk Girl has been reincarnated? Is she doing well now?"
Tang Yaoyao held her hand in return and gently patted the back of her hand: "As long as you don't do anything bad in this life, you will be very rich and noble in the next life."
"Really?"
Tang Yaoyao smiled indulgently, her voice softening considerably: "Why would I lie to you?"
"Brother Yao..."
Su Mei called her name once, and then burst into tears.
Tang Yaoyao gently patted her back: "Cry, have a good cry, and you'll feel better. Some people and some things can only be kept in your heart."
Su Mei cried very hard.
She wasn't Su Mei and couldn't understand the pain of her friend's tragic death, but she could vaguely sense the pain of loss.
The thing people fear most in life is having once possessed something, only to lose it in the end...
She gently closed her eyes and, through Su Mei's longing, saw the Milk Girl from back then.
Her hair was short, reaching her chin, and jet black and shiny, similar to Su Mei's previous style.
She has a pair of round eyes that appear brown in the sunlight, a small nose that isn't particularly prominent, and sweet, glossy peach lips.
Milk Girl's skin is also very fair, like a rare piece of jade, she is unbelievably beautiful.
However, she was in a very bad mood. Her beautiful, cat-like eyes were filled with a deathly gray, devoid of any vitality.
She walked step by step to the top of the teaching building, each step heavy.
Only when she stood on the balcony did a glimmer of human light appear in her eyes—dim, yet filled with longing.
She lowered her head; one step forward meant darkness, one step back meant life.
Gradually, she started to cry and slowly squatted down.
She didn't want to die, but she couldn't find a way out. She didn't want to suffer like this endlessly. The only way was to find relief.
Someone once said to her, "It's so good to be alive. You have the courage to want to die, so why don't you have the courage to live?"
But they didn't understand her pain, and couldn't feel her torment.
For her, living required courage, while death was a release.
She couldn't pretend to be nonchalant while listening to others' comforting words, nor could she swallow those inspirational platitudes that could make her happy.
It's as if no one else can bear the pain she has endured.
She was cowardly; she didn't have the courage to live.
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