C7 Chapter 7

"But the three possibilities you just mentioned don't apply to me."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"My family is quite rich. I won't die of starvation or exhaustion. My tolerance isn't that bad. There shouldn't be anything that can anger me to death. Come to think of it, my last memory was of shopping, and I can't remember the exact date, but I don't know why I can't remember the rest, so I don't think I'll ever know how I died. What about you, Chaoxi? Do you have any possibility of dying? "

She didn't mind the title of Chaoxi, but no one had ever called her that before. Everyone liked to call her "that person" or "that person."

Outside, the sky was still blue and there was no movement. In this quiet little bookstore, Soong Chaoxi sat on the floor in the back with Yuan Fann. Although she used to like to be alone, in this situation, it was good to have someone by her side.

"I don't know. I don't have any friends or enemies. I'm in good health."

"Oh, I see."

Yuan Fann casually pulled out a mystery novel from the bookshelf behind him and opened it. He had just finished reading the first line when he heard Soong Chaoxi ask with her head lowered, "Why did you tell that person that there was still a chance?"

Her voice was very low, but it was especially pleasant to hear.

"I mean it. If this is the world after death, it can't be just the few of us, and even if people come here from time to time, it's quite different from what I know about death."

"That's true. But who knows? Death might be a relief for some people, but in such a situation, it's just falling into an abyss from a canyon."

The sound of the pages flipping and the voices of people talking gave her a special kind of magic in this world. Was this real? She didn't know. But she felt that she would soon know the source of all this.

After reading a few pages, she realized that her mind was not on the book at all. Her mind was full of fantasies about the past and the present.

She closed her eyes, but she was afraid that it would be night when she woke up, so she opened her eyes again, ready to immerse herself in the story.

When she finished reading the book, it was already dark, but she didn't know when. Yuan Fann was no longer by her side. Soong Chaoxi stood up and remembered that she had once sat in a corner of a bookstore and read like this before. But at that time, when she got up, she would be accompanied by some physical discomfort.

"The night here is so scary."

She sat down in the armchair she always found herself sitting in, wondering if Yuan Fann would be angry that she always took the only chair like this.

No, why should she care about what he thought? After all, she was already dead. It was better not to think about such things.

Yuan Fann also looked outside and saw that the lights in the pharmacy opposite were on. That was good. He hoped that there would be more people tomorrow.

He suddenly thought, 'Wait, that doesn't sound very moral.'

Thinking of this, he put his palms together. Soong Chaoxi looked at him and put her palms together as well: I hope I won't have to suffer the pain of waiting soon, or it would be good if there were more people.

Soong Chaoxi was actually very happy to see people coming. After all, she was not used to being lonely in the world of death, but more and more people represented more and more misfortune.

Yuan Fann was still praying. Soong Chaoxi touched the back of her ear. What would he think? Would he also think that having too many people was a bad thing?