This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! She smiled self-deprecatingly: "Obviously, birth, old age, illness and death are common, but I can't accept it. I even blame others and myself for it. Maybe I am a very selfish person."

Not sure?"

Only then did Saint Xalia realize that it was not her fear of death she was talking about, but the fear of seeing others die.

She didn't know how Xino's parents and close friends died, and she had no clue about the girl's harsh words about others blaming her. But she vaguely guessed that the girl was no longer talking, she was trying to find a way to communicate with herself.

Reconciliation, but there is no way. Maybe she has done this many times in the past, but she is still affected by those emotions and is stuck in the past. As we all know, reconciling with yourself is the most difficult thing in the world.

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At this time, as a qualified listener, what she should do is not to get to the bottom of the matter, nor to comfort or advise, but to continue listening.

But she didn't get that chance, because there was a sudden sound of footsteps from the direction of the living room.

Xino looked up and saw a familiar silhouette in the blurry halo outlined by the lights, so the words she was about to say stopped abruptly. She breathed out lightly, as if to expel the melancholy accumulated in her chest.

He Sensitive, then stood up, smiled and said to Saint Xalia: "It seems that Mr. Linge has returned from his grandfather's place, and it's time for us to go back, Saint Xalia. Thank you very much for listening to what I said.

, However, these are just my immature thoughts, please don’t take them to heart.”

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Chapter completed!