Her life is so precious, and there are still so many things waiting for her to do.
How could she die for someone who doesn't cherish her?
The more Lu Shifeng tormented her, the more she wanted to live well. Once, she was born as a little angel with the hopes of many loved ones, and even though those people have passed away, she should live well even for their sake.
She raised her head, and this time, her eyes regained clarity: "Lu Shifeng, never again."
Yet her clarity instilled in him a faint fear, a rare emotion he hardly ever experienced—
When was the last time?
Oh, it was during a heavy snowstorm when he was eight. As he knocked on the door of his mother's courtyard with a high fever, hoping to escape the snow and drink some warm water, but was shut out, feeling an ice-cold chill.
He didn't understand. He feared dying then, but what was he afraid of now?
He gazed deeply at her, his sharp eyes as if they intended to penetrate her, but she did not evade.
