Jiang Lai moved her head a little, frowning as she looked at the pure white space around her.
"Where's Lin Yan? How is he?"
"What can I say, he continued living, but his vitality was too fragile. Not long after you died, he also died of illness."
Little Buding felt a bit guilty as she said this.
Because Lin Yan didn't die of illness, he committed suicide.
In fact, she couldn't believe that anyone would give up their life for love, especially someone like Lin Yan, a genius whose intellect always overshadowed his emotions. Logically, he should have been more accepting of the natural laws of life and death.
But after Jiang Lai's death, Lin Yan's condition deteriorated rapidly, as if an old man whose oil lamp had run out.
"Ah... In the end, I never even knew what he really looked like."
"What you saw was his true appearance. He never hid anything from you."
Jiang Lai sighed, shook her head, and detached herself from the ties of the previous world.
