"These past two days, you've been thinking about him constantly."
Ya Shitian's voice was low, "If he were still alive, I would never tolerate you longing for him like this."
Ye Anqi smiled, "You know everything I'm thinking?"
"Of course I know, because what you're thinking about isn't me."
"I'll be fine in a couple of days." Ye Anqi didn't want to lie to him.
Just give her a few more days, her wounds will scab over, and she'll bury everything again.
Ya Shitian naturally understood what she meant.
"And then after a while, your scabs will be torn open again, and you'll wait for them to heal on their own?"
"..."
"Constantly reopening them, the wounds will never heal, they'll only get worse. Look at you, you're not afraid to die, but now you're too scared to face it. You've become so cowardly it's surprising."
Yes, she could never face it, and she would only become more cowardly because she's accumulated too much pain.
Facing it would make everything explode.
