"In the past, you didn't know when you might die, so you lived recklessly. I can understand that. But now, you have at least ten years to live. In that case, you have to cherish it!"
Sun Mo's tone was severe.
The greatest problem with the sickly invalid was him not treating his life as something important. He naturally cared even less about the lives of others.
Death to him was something as insignificant as eating a meal. If he died, so be it.
"Although people often say that death is like the extinguishing of a light, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. There's nothing left behind. However, I feel that memories of that person will still be left behind."
Sun Mo spoke from the bottom of his heart.
