It was her book, but she has since passed away.
At her funeral, I finally met Li Siyu again. He sat on the cold ground outside the door and cried silently. His trembling body and red eyes made my already stinging heart enter a cold hell. Even though I can understand that my sister is his weakness, I still can't help but feel sad when I see him looking so sad. Before that day, I couldn't imagine him crying.
"I shouldn't have left her alone," he said.
I shouldn't either, I thought.
Sister, like me, you hope to have a sister-like lover, but you left before you heard my feelings.
I have rehearsed the image of you tenderly rejecting me many times in my mind, but even this, I couldn't get it.
Just wait for me in the next life, okay?
Concept: Thought is not sick, it is just different.