"Although it might not be nice to say this, I still want to express it,"
Chen Yuan looked at the beautiful girl in red sitting beside him and softly began, "After seeing your life, I feel angry for you, indignant for you, and I hate for you. At the same time, I also think you're so pitiable, to have encountered such a person and gone through these things. All these grievances piling up, and even in death you turned into a ghost that couldn't be reincarnated. In short, An Ruxue, you've had a hard time."
When the words "you've had a hard time" were spoken, An Ruxue really wanted to cry.
Her expression, like a dam that's been breached, could no longer hold.
It's so hard.
Living is tiring, loving is tiring, waiting is tiring, hoping is tiring, dying is tiring, not feeling tired… is also tiring.
Why am I so pitiful?
Why did such sad events all happen to me, a weak woman?
Even in death, I can't find peace.
Is there no chance for happiness in my next life?
