Maybe it's some nonsense?
"End it all at the top, burn with the car and turn into ashes. Don't you think? This is the perfect way to die."
"You... Often think like this?"
"No. I just made assumptions."
"..." Fu Chongzhi didn't answer any more.
He suddenly felt that this man who looked domineering on the outside actually had a lonely heart.
He understands it all too well. Lonely people may not necessarily think about death. But people who think about death must be particularly lonely.
Intention: Just be lonely and lonely