Meng Yunhan listened quietly to what she said.
"I'm so glad I met you, someone who looks a lot like me. Thinking that when I pass away, at least there will be someone who will think of me from time to time. That's when I feel that I really didn't live in vain for more than twenty years."
Meng Yunhan couldn't help but marvel at her positive attitude.
You say you're getting on in years, have been through a lot—getting cancer and just going like that, at least your regrets would be fewer.
But Zhou Qinya is at the prime of her youth, and now she has to go—who would reconcile with that?
Anyone would complain about the injustice of fate, wondering why she had to have a heart disease, why she had to be taken away so soon.
But she didn't harbor any of these resentments; she seemed to accept this fact very calmly.
Without blaming heaven or others.
"Thank you for coming to see me, I really appreciate it," Zhou Qinya said with a grateful smile.
