Gu Yan lowered her eyes, remaining silent, only her hand holding the phone showed white knuckles.
Wang Qi continued to say, "The deceased are gone, the living remain, and the future paths must be walked. Sacrificing one's lifelong happiness for what has passed isn't worth it. You think it's giving peace to the deceased, but it's unfair to both you and the one you love, who also loves you. Even the one who could make you give up love wouldn't want to see you truly abandon these things and live unhappily."
Gu Yan shuddered, and even Qiu Ye seemed momentarily lost.
Xue Xianglan and Wang Qi exchanged a glance, sighing slightly.
As the saying goes, "the onlooker sees more than the player." They are all trapped inside, unable to break free, viewing this love mixed with past grievances in the most extreme way, unaware that while the living suffer, the deceased also cannot rest in peace.
