C1609 Suicide

Beijing, teahouse.

"If we are not fated in our previous lives, we shall form a new one and make a new one."

The woman stood by the window, listening to the children gathered together to sing songs. Her hands trembled, and the tip of her nose began to ache. She was trying her best to hold back her tears.

A moment later, the teary eyes grew even darker as the expression on them grew colder