Xia Xin looked directly at Leng Xuetong and shouted at her, "Tell you, I'm afraid of everything, but I'm really not afraid of death."

As long as you die, it will be easy.

As long as you die, you will be liberated.

As long as you die, you will be completely destroyed and you will never suffer any more.

There is nothing more painful than living.

Xia Xin has no longer had anything to do with him, and there is nothing worth his nostalgia for him, so he feels that life and death are no different. It may be better if he dies, and there is not so much pain.

Leng Xuetong frowned and stared at Xia Xin and said coldly, "Yes, then you go and die. If you live alone, you don't even have faith. That's no difference from dying."

Living in this world cannot be just for the sake of living. What is the difference between it and animals and animals?

Everyone will have their own persistence and belief.

It is precisely because of their own beliefs that they do different things and say different things that people can distinguish people and have their own souls.

Leng Xuetong grabbed Xia Xin's collar and pulled him to the edge of the rooftop, and said with a cold face, "Do you know what you are doing? Being willing to fall into depravity? Abandon your soul, so you will be happy?"

"Are you very happy to do something like this that the loved one is painful and the enemy is happy? You must be very happy to abandon everything. Do you really think so in your heart?"

"Is there really no one you care about or the one you care about? Are you sure? If you are sure, it doesn't matter if you die. There is nothing to be nostalgic about anyway. Anyway, you will die or die, and it's not bad for you. If you die, no one will be sad!"

Xia Xin also looked hysterical and shouted at Leng Xuetong, "Isn't that the case? Is there anything wrong? So far, am I the only one left? Who cares?"

"Since that's the case, then you can die, see if you are very happy after you die, and see if others will be happy as well."

The cold evening breeze blew up the ends of Leng Xuetong's hair. Leng Xuetong grabbed Xia Xin's hand on the neckline, and gently pushed forward ruthlessly. Although it was a very gentle movement, it directly pushed Xia Xin out of the balcony.

The distance from life to death was extended.

Xia Xin looked at Leng Xuetong in surprise. He didn't expect Leng Xuetong to do this and directly pushed himself out.

But Xia Xin was fearless.

Isn't it just death? He is really not afraid.

Anyway, there will be no good things to live.

Xia Xin felt the wind passing by his ears, felt his body leaning back and sinking, and his body seemed to be about to fall into hell, without any landing point.

This is not the first time he has fallen from the upstairs, and Xia Xin still remembers this feeling a little.

This is the smell of death.

This will bring you relief!

No need to think about anything or do anything.

You will never be hurt again, and you will never have to hurt others again.

There is no need to be ridiculed, ridiculed, or sarcastic. There is no need to be intrigue with others or argue with others.

Xia Xin actually doesn't like disputes. He just hopes that everyone can be happy and that everyone around him can be safe and happy. Apart from that, there are no more wishes.

It’s just that such a simple wish, someone always comes to break it.

However, it's over here.

Xia Xin raised his gaze blankly and wanted to take a last look at the sky.

Endless darkness, and empty sky.

There is no light at all.

Xia Xin felt his body sinking, and felt like he was going to sink in the endless darkness.

I will never feel the torture of sadness, pain, despair, sorrow, etc. in the future.

That's all, no one will care, no one will be sad anyway.

Anyway, I am the only one left.

It is said that the second before death, time will pass particularly slowly, and all the things that happened before death will pass by in front of you.

Commonly known as the revolving lantern.

Many things suddenly appeared in Xia Xin's mind.

Many things that he has always turned a blind eye to, although they are close to him.

Xia Xin always thought that he was only one person, so he thought that even if he died, no one would be sad.

Then, he remembered one thing in the past, from elementary school to junior high school to college.

Thinking of the past, he fell downstairs like this. At that time, Yeye was waiting for him at home, silently waiting for him to go home, knowing nothing, waiting for him.

He also thought of Shu Yuewu, his happy, sad, playful, charming expression, simple and happy simple emotions when the two of them were playing together, and he remembered Shu Yuewu occasionally getting angry, angry, and unreasonable, but she would also snuggle in her arms, looking at herself affectionately, and asking with her eyes shining, "Today next year, are you still watching the sunrise with me?"

Of course, I also remembered the sad and painful face when Shu Yuewu left.

If you die, really, no one will be sad?

He also remembered Zhu Xiaoxuan. It seemed that the two of them were destined to be impossible from the beginning. There were too many misunderstandings between them. He was a simple and infatuated girl, lively, brave and kind, desperate for love and friendship, and blamed herself for herself. Maybe the two met earlier would have a different ending.

He thought of Xiaoxuan's lively and lively big eyes, her silly smile, her look when she looked at herself in a daze and shouted "Wet", and naturally he also thought of her sad look when she was crying in the wind and working hard in the school playground.

Isn't anyone really sad?

He thought of Xia Shiqi, the girl who always wrapped herself tightly and was afraid of being injured. Although she was a little afraid of being averse to outsiders, she was very arrogant to her own people, lost her temper at any time, and kicked herself unreasonably, but she always looked at her.

No matter when and where, as if she left for a while, she would feel uneasy. She would always search for her figure and always say something wrong. She was a very kind and cute girl, and she could not help but want to protect her. When she looked back, she would find that she seemed to be watching her so much.

Then, Xia Xin remembered Su Xiaohan. In that young and immature era, the two met in the wrong way, ended in the wrong way, and then met in the wrong way. The implicit and shy girl, who was as pure as a rabbit, sobbed gently in the quilt, finally took a step and said that she would change herself and would not repeat the past mistakes.

That girl who bravely said at the train station was no longer a little rabbit who only shrank his head...

There is also Yisha, the stupid woman who is confused and can hit the door beam three times a day when walking and forgets to open her mouth even when drinking water. She always stays on the sofa at home, wraps her blankets, watches TV, eats unnutritious puffed food, and requires people to feed and massage.

But even so, that unreliable guy will help him and guide him on many occasions.

Of course, there are times when she gets angry.

But, I can always see him caring for himself, looking at his eyes as if he cared about his family and his younger brother.

Xia Xin thought of many, many people and what happened in the past, and remembered the same night sky as him, and whether he was looking at the same night sky as him.

If you die, will no one really be sad?

Many people's sad and crying faces flashed through his mind.

It's really strange that he clearly hopes that everyone is happy, but for some reason, it seems that everyone has cried.

The sad and crying faces of each person slid through his mind one by one.

Finally, he also remembered the girl he met when he was a child. By the river, the beautiful little girl was crying and wiping her tears and said tenderly, "It seems that you have beaten the breasts by you. If I don't grow up in the future, I will not be able to get married, and no boy is willing to marry me."

The little boy hugged the girl gently and comforted her panic, "You, stop crying, don't be sad. If I really can't grow up, I will take the responsibility to marry you."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

Then the girl gave the black jade to the little boy. At this point, the contract was established. When the two exchanged magma, it was time to fulfill the agreement.

Then the girl asked, "What's your name?"

Xia Xin replied, "My name is Xia Xin, where are you?"

The girl smiled sweetly, "My name is Leng Xuetong, I'll wait for you, and you must abide by the agreement!"

"Yeah, sure!"

The little boy made an eternal promise.

On the little girl's beautiful little face, there was a bright smile that could make the moon lose its glory.

Xia Xin subconsciously looked up. He was searching for the little girl's smile overlapped with Leng Xuetong's face not far away.

But the little girl stopped laughing.

Leng Xuetong stood in the night, on the edge of the windowsill, like an elf in the night, the evening breeze blew up the ends of her hair and danced lightly in the night sky.

The cold little face no longer had a smile, and the cold eyes were just staring at me, with her white jade-like little hands hanging in the air.

It was clearly a cold little face as usual, but Xia Xin understood it. It was buried under this little face, sadness and pain.

Leng Xuetong looked at Xia Xin, and Xia Xin also looked at Leng Xuetong, and the two of them met in the air.

Xia Xin suddenly understood that the sadness and pain that were hidden in his eyes, which was the action of despair, the things in endless darkness. However, in addition to this, he also saw more other things, such as hope, plea, expectation, and hope. That was, the things of light were many, more complex, brighter, warmer, and heart-wrenching.

The little girl's bright and smiling face overlapped with the pain hidden under Leng Xuetong's cold face at this time...

If you die, will no one really be sad?

Or is it just that I am escaping?

Many people, sad and crying faces flashed through their minds, and finally the picture was frozen at this time, Leng Xuetong was obviously not crying, but she was more heartbreaking than crying.

It looks so pitiful and helpless.

If you want to take responsibility, does Leng Xuetong really have less responsibility?

Is it painful to be the only one?

Or are you just escaping?

Even Xia Xin himself didn't notice when he stretched out his hand and tried hard to grab the edge of the rooftop.

He... doesn't want to die!

It’s a pity that he leaned back so hard that he could no longer catch anything.

It's about to end like this...

You will fall into the abyss forever...

Just as this thought arose, Xia Xin's hand was once again grabbed, firmly grasped...
Chapter completed!