"Don't you think being alive for even a day is a wonderful thing?" This sentiment was expressed sincerely. After saying this, Xiao Lin withdrew his gaze. Being alive is indeed a beautiful thing, but for those who have passed away, it may not be a bad thing either. However, for those who have been resurrected, it means a lot.
"Lin, are you really okay?" Xia Xue blurted out, glancing at Lian. More often than not, Lian knew Xiao Lin better than she did, after all, they had been through life and death together, whereas she was only a part of him.
"He's fine, he just gets sentimental during the rainy season." Lian smiled while caressing Xiao Lin's hand. This season is Liang Hu's memorial day, and seeing him die in front of Xiao Lin to shield him from bullets, such guilt will burden Xiao Lin for a lifetime.
"That's good then!" Xia Xue laughed lightly.
