"I do mind!"
Ai Qian's pitch rose uncontrollably, then she took a deep breath, spilling out a bitter smile, "I've done many evils in my life, why would I harm others at the last moment? In my next life, I still hope to be born into a good one."
"In Western teachings, those who commit suicide go to hell."
"Where have I committed suicide?"
"Giving up on oneself is equivalent to suicide."
Ai Qian smiled wryly, fell silent, then gently said, "Thank you for giving me a dream. I've longed for this concert for so long, and now, I have no regrets."
"Go back. Don't let Li Shuru misunderstand."
"It was her idea for me to come."
Jiang Chen said honestly.
Ai Qian was taken aback, her expression changed, and her smile became slightly unnatural.
Her own life had been such a thorough defeat.
Maybe starting over wasn't such a bad idea.
"It seems getting sick isn't without benefits; at least, it wins the sympathy of everyone."