"You're still so young, why do you want to die, isn't it a pity to waste your best years?" Xiao Yifeng spoke up.
"But I no longer have any best years, my best years were destroyed by that person, I'm now like a plague, everyone is afraid to come near me, my life is already shrouded in darkness, only death can liberate me."
Wang Miaomiao spoke softly, her tone somber, eliciting a feeling of pity.
"As long as a person keeps living, there is hope, but once dead, there is no hope left. Can you tell me about your troubles?" Xiao Yifeng's gaze fell on Wang Miaomiao.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" Wang Miaomiao lifted her eyes and glanced at Xiao Yifeng.
Her eyes were glistening with tears, filled with confusion, sorrow, and despair towards life.
"Of course not afraid, if I were, I wouldn't have helped you yesterday," Xiao Yifeng's mouth curved into a smile.
