"Will you leave this world in the future?"
Facing Yuantong's question, Jiang Ning put down the book in his hand and replied,
"Probably."
The "leaving this world" that Yuantong spoke of meant dying, but the departure Jiang Ning meant was leaving this part of the world.
Hearing Jiang Ning's response, Yuantong felt melancholic, curled up on the sofa without any strength.
If she died, she wouldn't be able to eat the meals her mom made, couldn't ride Jiang Ning's bike, couldn't bask in the sun...
Just thinking about that void made it so hard to bear.
Seeing her like that, Jiang Ning couldn't help but laugh, "Why, are you afraid of dying?"
Perhaps it was because the neighbor next door had passed away, Yuantong, unusually, did not talk back.
"Jiang Ning, can we just keep doing well from now on?"
"Yes, we can."
"Then can you not go out tonight?"
Jiang Ning was puzzled, "How do you know I was going out?"
