Song Shuhang once believed that death was the fairest of all and made no distinction between human beings. No matter what kind of person someone was, no matter how much power or wealth they had, and no matter whether they were handsome or ugly, they would die eventually.
Even if someone's death was for a noble cause, the end result would not be any different.
No one could escape this fate.
Dying, getting buried, and getting forgotten. At some point, even the corpse, the only proof that someone had existed, would be gone.
Just as you did not bring anything with you when you came to life, you would not bring anything with you as you left for death.
It was a sad but poetic truth.
It was not until the day Song Shuhang experienced death himself that he realized that death was not as fair as he initially thought.
Right now, when it came to death, the sorrow and fear he felt were pitifully small.
Song Shuhang touched his face.
