As Xi Xiaye listened, she frowned and stared in that direction for a long while. When she turned back to Mu Yuchen, she realized that he had already averted his gaze and was now quietly staring at Mu Lingtian's picture on the tombstone. Loneliness and sorrow were evident in his expression.
Xi Xiaye walked over and gently pulled him up.
"Five years passed by just like that, but the incident didn't fade with the passing of time. Instead, it became even clearer. Those who live don't necessarily feel better than those who have passed," he suddenly said, his tone sounding like a sigh.
"Mmm, you need a lot of courage to keep on living, but this is something that can't be helped. Just as you said, life goes on. Otherwise, what else can we do?" Xi Xiaye softly responded.
