"Will you come with us? I still want to see you... brother."
"If the person I live with in the future is Tang Xian, I won't have any regrets."
...
Countless voices emerged one by one from the sea of consciousness, carrying the looks and laughter of those people at that time.
It was like a spark suddenly lit up in a dark cave, and the bats kept flying out, with the sound of their flapping wings overlapping each other.
He really wanted to calm himself down, to suppress his emotions so that he could find a way to break the situation.
But at this moment, he just couldn't settle down.
Even on the day Yan Xiaoling died, even when he learned the truth about Tang Jing, he had always been relentlessly restraining himself.
Be it sickness or cough, in the end, he seemed to have never expressed his liking for someone.
Now that he was about to die, those not particularly interesting and unspoken words had actually become the only regret in his life.
