Ali arrived at the crematorium.
Qingqing had not yet been cremated.
She looked at the woman in the coffin, whose eyes were tightly shut, never to open again, and her own eyes turned a little red.
In this circle, many girls inexplicably disappeared, and most of those who disappeared were no longer in this world.
Ali quietly watched Qingqing, looking at her face, perhaps swollen from being submerged in seawater, and her pale, bloodless skin, and tears fell silently.
Qingqing was dead, and until now, only she had come to see her.
Such is the indifference.
One day, if she ends up the same, it might be like this too.
She pressed her lips together.
She couldn't die; she still needed to take care of her younger sister Xiaoguai, to see her sister get into a prestigious university, find a man she liked, and build a happy family. So, she couldn't die.
She wiped her tears.
The staff pushed Qingqing to be cremated.
A person's life ends just like that.
