Li Zhiyuan spoke again: "Why do you not wish for yourself to appear here?"
Shadow: "Why do you think I would tell you?"
Li Zhiyuan: "If you didn't want to chat, you wouldn't have spoken up just now."
Shadow: "Hmm... I originally thought I was dead, but my presence here proves I'm not."
"You're not dead?"
"What, you think I should be happy about that?"
"No..." Li Zhiyuan reached out to cover his chest, "I feel sad because of it."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, but it seems that if you were dead, it would be a very joyful thing."
"Indeed, to me."
Li Zhiyuan: "No, it's to me."
The shadow was silent.
Li Zhiyuan continued: "Why aren't you dead?"
"Hmm?"
"What's wrong with you, why aren't you dead, why don't you go die properly? You should be dead!"
The shadow lowered its head, carefully observing the boy.
The boy's sense of loss and regret did not seem fake.
