"I don't want to sleep here."
Hearing her say this, Bo Jingshen noticed she was looking at Su Yukan's portrait, thinking she was scared.
"Scared?"
But Su Lu shook her head, "I'm not afraid. I can honestly say I have never wronged Su Yukan in this lifetime, so there's nothing to fear. I just simply..."
Su Lu looked down and smiled, "I don't want to see him anymore, that's all. I'm afraid that in such an environment, I'll give myself too many psychological suggestions and then dream about him. I don't want to see him again, not even in my dreams."
"Okay, then we won't sleep," Bo Jingshen nodded, "I'll keep you company."
He reached out and put his arm around Su Lu's shoulders.
They say death is like a snuffed candle. When someone dies, it seems the whole world starts to become more forgiving towards that person, remembering more of the good they did.
Because people tend to be more forgiving towards the deceased.
