Gong Beiyao furrowed his brows as he looked at Sheng Qianxia, knowing she had shed many tears, because they were scalding hot, resembling ice rain in appearance but utterly different in extremity.
He wanted to wipe her tears away, yet she always seemed drenched.
Sheng Qianxia continued,
"Who isn't afraid of pain?"
"Qingxue has never had a healthy body since she was young, so she's accustomed to enduring physical pain; but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel it."
"She's used to putting everyone else first, herself last, because she feels she could disappear at any moment, while others could have a longer, better, and healthier life."
"But…"
"It's not that…"
"The meaning of life isn't its longevity but being calm amidst constant turmoil, and having the courage to enjoy every second you're alive…"
"Her life shouldn't just be illness and agony, should it?"
"I once thought I could give her the world… I was too naive… I have nothing to give, how could I give her the world…"
