"What happens after death?" The young man said and fell towards the cliff behind him.
A four or five-year-old boy at the bottom of the cliff looked up at the sky, overlapping memories flashing through his mind. For a long time, Lian bowed her head and sighed, "I am carefree and resurrected. It doesn't matter where I am. From now on, I am Lian. Gratitudes and resentments have nothing to do with me."