Today, Lyra Smith came to visit Mikel Anderson, as if she had deliberately chosen a good day.
The sky was clear and bright.
One could easily reach out and touch the sunlight.
Mikel Anderson muttered softly, "So you're here to see me for the last time."
"Yeah."
Lyra looked at Mikel in front of her and slowly said, "Ever since I was a child, I've been afraid of pain. I would cry for a long time even if an ant bit my finger, and I would worry about my imminent death if I had a small cut on my arm. So death is too terrifying for me. Luckily, you have taken on all this for me."
Mikel turned her back to Lyra, facing the light as she bent down to pick up a watering can and continued watering the plants: "No need to keep mentioning that."
Lyra walked behind her: "Although we've come to this point, I still consider you a good friend. Your mother..."
Mentioning friends...
Mentioning her mother...
