"If people could really go to heaven, then you'd be in luck from now on, I'll have your back.
Anyone who tries to mess with you will get an earful from me: Hey, this guy is under my protection, don't make things difficult for him.
Thinking about it, that's so badass!
F, if I really do go, don't be sad, for me, it's a relief.
I'm glad that you haven't seen me as I am now, I look so ugly.
Goodbye, F."
Ah Fei's sobbing voice carried over, as Jiang Jiu took Jiang Siyan's hand, interlocking their fingers tightly as they walked back.
Neither of them spoke, but the warm touch by their side provided comfort.
Jiang Jiu said, "Zhao Xun's spirit in heaven should be at peace now."
Jiang Siyan nodded, "It should be."
The night breeze was brisk, and the weather was getting colder; Jiang Jiu couldn't help but sneeze.
Jiang Siyan took off his jacket and draped it over her, "Hurry up and get in the car."
