Compared to Xu Xiuxiu's current state of fear and trepidation, Cai Qingqing was very calm. The young girl with a strong soul wrapped her skinny, fleshless arms tightly around Xiuxiu, "Auntie, you don't need to comfort me. I know whether I will die or not. Don't worry, I'm not sad, really." Cai Qingqing also smiled and hugged Xu Xiuxiu back, her tone gently soothing Xiuxiu's emotions.
At that moment, their roles seemed reversed. Cai Qingqing, a teenager facing death, appeared as mature as an adult, so brave and fearless. Xu Xiuxiu, however, was like a delicate, sensitive, and extremely fragile child, where the slightest rustle of grass seemed capable of stirring up towering waves. Xu Xiuxiu was afraid, afraid of facing this sensible but ill-fated girl.
But God was just so unfair, such a sensible girl, yet her life had only a few days left!
