8
All my luggage and belongings have been packed and sold, leaving only a few changes of clothes for myself.
For someone whose life is nearing its end, not much luggage is needed.
Memories of An An have filled my everything.
I booked a random ticket without a destination; I don't care where the end is, nor do I care what I might encounter along the way.
I just want to use my limited life to take a good look at the beautiful landscapes of my country.
When I opened the door of the temporary rental, ready to go out, I was surprised to find Xu Qian standing outside, her eyes red and her face haggard.
Seeing me open the door, she excitedly tried to step forward and hug me.
But I took a step back, avoiding her.
Seeing my evasion, Xu Qian's heart instantly ached, and she pleaded with her eyes, "I know, An An's death is my fault, but can't you forgive me? I'll do everything I can to make amends!"
"Make amends? An An is already dead! How do you plan to make amends?"