"Brother Ziyuan, if, I mean if I disappear, will you come find me?" For some reason, she always felt like she would be separated from Ziyuan.
"Will" go find her.
Qingcheng closed her eyes tightly and rested her head gently on Ziyuan's shoulder, "Will you keep looking?"
"Will" will keep looking.
Qingcheng hugged Ziyuan's arms and hugged her hard, "Will you find death?"
"Will" will find forever.
Qingcheng suddenly sat up and looked at Ziyuan aside, "You promise?"
"Yes" promised, this was his promise to her.
Definitely not a tragedy.