After watching the recording 444 had shown her, Su Qiao sat on the bed without saying a word for a long time.
444 asked cautiously, "Are you angry?"
Su Qiao shot it a glance, then fell backward onto the bed and complained, "Didn't you say you didn't know either? And besides, you shouldn't have taken it upon yourself to keep my body."
"Didn't I tell you to let my body decompose as quickly as possible after I left?"
Her body had already begun to rot, yet it had actually kept it for her. It was enough to make her furious.
Thinking of Yu Shengan, his eyes red as he silently wiped her already-rotting body and even changed her clothes, made her chest feel painfully tight.
Do you think living in such agony was good for him? Did he want that kind of life?
After seeing Yu Shengan's suffering, 444's opinion was completely different from hers.
Host, you've forgotten one thing. You aren't him, so you can't speak for him. Even less can you presumptuously plan the life that belongs to him.
The way you're acting reminds me of a phrase many human parents like to repeat: "I'm doing this for your own good." Are you really doing this for his own good? Is a life without hope, like his, truly worth continuing?
Su Qiao naturally understood all this as well. She simply still couldn't accept that he had ultimately repeated the choice he'd made twenty years ago and left together with her.
At forty, he was in the prime of his life. He had a successful career, money, and power. Wasn't it better to stay alive?
444 slowly shook its head. Host, you're underestimating his feelings for you.
He had lived so humbly during the first twenty years of his