He watched quietly, watching the girl quietly walk away.

Suddenly a gust of north wind blew, and a withered yellow leaf with half of the green fell on the tip of the girl's hair, and she held the leaf in her hand, half withered yellow and half green, she smiled slightly, and then this leaf was sandwiched by her in the book.

It seems that even she sensed that her death was near, and in the last few months, when she was better, she went to work part-time, looked for work, and donated every cent of her earned salary to the welfare home that raised her.

She signed the body donation form, and when the end of the year was approaching, she went to KFC and tasted for the first time what she dreamed of as a child.

Then, like an old man who knew that the edifice of life was about to fall, she quietly waited for death.

March 14.

She turned on her computer and entered her account password.

Ting Yan stood on the side, he already knew the answer.

He is fully aware of the fate of all people, and when people are about to die, some face them calmly, some are terrified, or they are calm, or they are heroic, or they are painful.

I don't know how the girl will react when she dies.

Originally, Ting Yan had the time to personally introduce her soul into the underworld, but this matter was eventually led by the local yincha.

A second before she died, he came out of the old neighborhood.

It was freezing outside, the north wind was howling, and the frantic wind was carrying the bitter cold.

He stood in the ice and snow, just like Yu Yu alone for so many years, he stood for a long time, and finally did not look in the direction of Yuan Xi.

He is a god.

The life and death of people is the responsibility of the underworld.

None of them allowed him to be moved by anyone.

It's just that when the snow fell, the tip of his heart trembled, which still made him mess with his heartstrings.

He went and received forty-nine heavenly punishments.

Whoever likes Yuan Xi can do it, but he can't.

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Yuan Xi looked at Ting Yan.

The first thing you see, is it her face, or is it her?

Ting Yan had no way to give an answer.

Maybe he didn't even know about himself, maybe he knew, but it didn't make sense.

The gods are emotional, and if they don't want to fall into the mortal world and extract their godhead, they can only block their memories and re-experience them, so what's the point of figuring out all this.

Besides, if Yuan Xi hates him, it's better than continuing to entangle.

"You don't have to worry that the reform official will change, you are the person chosen by heaven, no one can change it, don't bother with love in the future, the underworld needs you." Ting Yan's voice was indifferent, and he turned around and left after speaking.

Yuan Xi still stood in place, watching the tall figure gradually disappear into his eyes.

What is this.

It's not clear at all.

She didn't think she was a master of micro-expressions, but Ting Yan's expression was obviously not what he said at all.

Obviously, his deep black eyes are full of reluctance and indescribable affection, but his mouth is such hurtful words.

Did he think he couldn't see it?

Or do you think she is willing to give up this momentary affection?

Hate and love, no matter what emotion, can't come to naught, no matter what it is, she can't let go of the gaze he looks at her.

But he voluntarily gave up.

Did he think that this would cut off the aftermath?

Impossible.

Yuan Xi looked at his back and clenched his fists.

Six minutes to arrive.

The live broadcast room is reopened.

Yuan Xi sorted out his emotions and looked at the live broadcast room.

The audience is concerned about the abnormality in today's live broadcast room, which has never stopped for so long before, and Yuan Xi's expression just now is obviously wrong,

(End of chapter)