May Sloane spoke softly, "I didn’t tell you, she was suffering from severe depression."

"If I were her, I wouldn’t want others to know about my condition either, constantly reminding me of those unhappy things with their strange looks. As her friend, you’ve done nothing wrong."

On the contrary, be grateful for her encouragement back then, for it left him with beautiful memories.

Even if the ending is painful, having had it once is also a kind of happiness.

May watched him leave, her mood stayed low for quite a while.

Tiana Thorne glanced at her and saw her expression was a bit dazed. She beckoned to her, "Honey, come over here."

"Hmm."

May walked over, sat down next to her, looking at her enchanting face, with the image of her in her mind—different beauty, different warmth.

At this moment, she really missed her.

She tightly grasped May’s hand, as if finding a subtle solace, and softly asked, "Tia, is there truly a cycle of reincarnation in this world, past lives and present lives?"

"Yes."

She answered directly without hesitation.

If there wasn’t, then why was she reborn?

"Then can you foresee if she has reincarnated? Is she living well now?"

Tiana wrapped her hand around hers, lightly patting the back of her hand, "As long as she didn’t do anything bad in this life, she’ll have great fortune in the next."

"Really?"

Tiana smiled indulgently, her voice much softer, "Why would I lie to you?"

"Tia..."

May called her, and then couldn’t hold back, starting to sob uncontrollably. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Tiana gently patted her back, "Cry it out, a good cry will make things better. Some people, some things, can only be kept in the heart."

May cried intensely.

She was not May and couldn’t comprehend the pain of losing a friend so tragically, yet she could vaguely sense the agony of loss.

In this life, the thing people fear most is to once have something, only to lose it in the end...

She gently closed her eyes, through May’s longing, she saw the girl from years ago.

Her hair was not long, to her jawline, dark and shiny, similar to May’s previous style.

She had a pair of round eyes, which appeared brown under the sunlight, a nose not particularly high, yet very delicate, and sweet peach lips with a glossy sheen.

Her skin was also very fair, like a rare uncut jade, impossibly beautiful.

However, her mood was terrible, and those pretty cat-like eyes were left with only a layer of lifeless gray, devoid of any vitality.

She walked step by step to the rooftop of the teaching building, every step was heavy.

Until she stood on the balcony, there was finally a flicker of life in those eyes, dim, yet full of attachment.

She looked down, one step forward was darkness, one step back was life.

Gradually, she began to cry, slowly crouching down.

She didn’t want to die, but she couldn’t find a way to be free, not wanting to endure endless suffering anymore; only liberation remained.

Once, someone had told her, how wonderful it is to live, if she had the courage to seek death, why not have the courage to live?

But they couldn’t understand her pain, couldn’t feel her torment.

To her, living required courage, while death was liberation.

She couldn’t pretend to be indifferent while listening to others’ consolation, nor could she swallow the chicken soup for the soul that might make her happy.

Just like others couldn’t bear the pain she had endured.

She was weak, she didn’t have the courage to live.