Some people are destined never to touch happiness in this lifetime...
He Yingdong held Li Jiaqi's shoulder, lowering his eyes to gaze at her, gently wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"He Yingdong, tell me, why do good people always die, while bad people can live well?"
"Hmm, because some people who are alive are actually already dead. And the dead, perhaps they have entered heaven!"
"You're lying. People who die in the fire don't go to heaven..."
He Yingdong's fingers gently caressed her hair, his gaze growing distant.
"Let's go!"
Her small face lay against his chest, still feeling very distressed in her heart.
Living people turned into terrifying charcoal, a scene no one can accept.
The sea breeze blew past, a chill struck her, and she seemed to still recall Hua Shiyu's smiling face from before.
"Gong Ye is here!"
He Yingdong called out deeply, pulling Li Jiaqi tightly into his embrace.
Only then did Li Jiaqi lift her head to look over.
