Qin Xiuru ended her life bit by bit, as if she were dead. She was already so heartbroken. What was the point of living in this world? It would be better to die clean than to die clean. She smiled bleakly.
, staring straight ahead, with a deathly quietness in his eyes that had no life left.
But at this moment, a voice came from behind her.
"Hey, are you going to commit suicide?"
Her body paused and continued walking forward.
"Hey, are you going to commit suicide?" Shen Bingning sat on the rocks by the river, patting her legs, are you really going to die here? She didn't go to save anyone, she didn't move, she just made a calm voice,
You have to think about it, if you die here today, what will your body look like when it floats up a few days later?
The woman in the middle of the lake shook her body and seemed to be walking slower.
Shen Bingning curled up the corners of her lips, enjoying the extremely fresh air in the morning. In their time, there was no such good air. The pollution was off the charts, such as sand and dust, smog, it was a mess anyway.
, how can there be such fresh and intoxicating air now? Take a breath and spit out the candle gas in your lungs. The air here makes people enjoy even breathing.
So, what is suicide?
She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were on the woman in the lake again.
"When your body came up, it was white and swollen. It was no longer the same as before. Have you ever thought about what your enemies would say? Look, you are so ugly. No wonder you want to commit suicide. If I were her
I might as well die."
"Women, in this life, you must live tastefully, delicately, and gracefully. Youth is not easy, and life is not long." She propped up her face, and her cold hair fell from her face, feeling very
"You can die in a different way. At the very least, let yourself die with dignity or be more beautiful. Let's not say who is right. You will first be sorry for yourself and the eyes of those who saw the last face."
, if someone pokes your face with an iron hook or something when they pick up your body, it won’t matter. You are dead anyway, and I don’t know if you are ugly or not, but what if your clothes were poked off?
What should I do? You are swollen, white, fat, and all your flesh is exposed. Tell me, your face will be lost for the rest of your life."
"Tsk, it's really sad to think about it. In a few days, a dead body will appear here. The face can't be seen clearly, and the body is still naked. It will be seen by thousands of people. Then what will be thrown casually?
In the mass graves, people eat what they have to eat, play what they have to do, and they still enjoy what they have to enjoy."
"But when you die, people won't even shed a single tear. They will even think that you died well, died within seconds, and died with a croak."
She fanned the wind in front of her eyes, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds in her eyes, as clear and pure as flowing water. She saw that the light in front of her dimmed, and the woman who wanted to die did not know when she stood in front of her.
before.
Shen Bingning took out a copper plate from behind and shook it in front of her.
"Sell you to me, and your life will be mine from now on."
The woman said nothing and just stared at her without blinking.
"Since you are not even afraid of death, what are you afraid of?" Shen Bingning stood up and patted down her clothes. She was waiting for the answer from this woman. She had no intention of saving her, but she was already saved.
She was afraid that if she left after a while, this woman would not be able to figure it out and hang herself or something. Then not only would she have been busy in vain, but she would also have said so many words in vain and wasted her time to earn money.