"Many people have said that, but I think it's better not to be like her." Qin Youxuan paused and lowered her gaze.
Her tiny hand was tugging at the grass next to the grave, sounding desolate.
"Was it because she passed away too early?"
"No, if she could really have happiness, the length of one's life is no longer the only measure. What bothers me is that what she yearned for, she never got in this lifetime."
"You're not her, how do you know she didn't feel fortunate?" Dan Hanjie's dark eyes were deep, and showed a hint of darkness.
"Would a happy person choose suicide?" Qin Youxuan looked up with confusion.
"Perhaps." Dan Hanjie squinted his enchanting eyes and extended his hand to help her up from the grass, "Who do you think would come earlier than you?"
"..."
His conversation always jumped so quickly that she had to chase his thinking.
Qin Youxuan blinked her eyes.
