At my funeral, the person who cried the saddest was my best friend, and the person who stood the straightest was my fiancé, who I had loved for ten years. They held each other's hands tightly and exchanged looks of relief in front of my portrait.
I floated in the air and watched as they used my death insurance money to book flights for their honeymoon.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when I was diagnosed with "depression". The sun outside the window was just right, and Zhu Ma gently held my hand: "Wanwan, don't be afraid, I will always be with you."
This time, I looked at the impatience deep in his eyes and smiled.
Okay, this time, let's change the "accompanying method".
