If one day I die, how long will you remember me?
Baili Xia asked casually, but God knows how nervous she was after asking.
Actually, she shouldn't have asked it, but couldn't resist the curiosity.
The tall man walking beside her still pursed his thin lips, saying nothing.
The golden sunlight fell on him, casting a long shadow on the ground.
Lonely, desolate, cold... Looking at this shadow, Baili Xia couldn't find more adjectives.
It seems that no matter which word is used, it all brings such sadness.
She looked up at him again.
His face appeared even more rugged in the sunlight, lines of indescribable coldness.
Walking in the small village, he had already taken off his sunglasses, but even without them, Baili Xia still couldn't understand his expression at this moment.
I die, how long will you remember me...
Can't such a simple question be answered?
She felt a bit disappointed, just about to step forward, when the man beside her spoke.