It was as if Beitang Feng stood right before her, pinching her chin, speaking carelessly with his usual, brilliant smile hanging on his lips.
[Beitang Feng, I didn't see you as someone who clings to life out of fear of death.]
[I'm not afraid of death, what I fear is losing my dignity before I die.] Beitang Feng said blandly, [Rather than lying on a hospital bed, enduring torture, watching myself become unable to take care of myself, cared for like a useless person, my body filled with tubes, tell me... does a person still have a reason to live like that? If one day my illness becomes severe, I want one dose of euthanasia, to die with dignity and integrity.]
He paused, gazing deeply at her, [I know you're the same as me.]
Li Qiyu sat there stiff with cold, previously thinking that Beitang Feng was just speaking casually, she hadn't taken it to heart.
Now, looking back, his gaze was exceptionally distant...
