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"Impossible! This cannot be true!"

"Ningning, Ningning, open your eyes and look at me..."

"Ningning!!"

In the decrepit and dirty abandoned building, two incredibly dignified people didn't care if they would dirty their clothes.

Jiang Lan collapsed against the wall, sitting down and covering her face.

Shen Qingchen had already rushed over. He didn't know how many red lights he had run through on his way, and his legs felt weak when he got out of the car.

He crawled over to me, and when he brushed aside my hair and confirmed my identity, he completely broke down.

He cried and shouted, a man usually as cold as an aristocrat, tears falling in big drops from his eyes, his voice turning hoarse, his demeanor crazed.

But.

I was already dead.

My soul stood not far away, silently observing this somewhat lamentable scene.

What is this?

After you die, does the whole world come to kiss you?

"Shen Qingchen."

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Lan staggered up.