“I don’t want to die, but I can’t promise I will live to twenty, more accurately, I don’t have any confidence at all. I don’t want the little girl delivered by my bamboo dragonfly to become a widow so I came to the capital to cancel the engagement, but then?”
“Everyone who knows me thinks I am too precocious. Unlike a fourteen year old youngster, all say I am mature but they never think….I am only five years away from death, I am still young, but I am already half buried in soil. How can’t I be mature!?”
These past years, Chen Chang Sheng was highly concerned on controlling his emotion, because being emotional isn’t good for his health, but now everything was not necessary so he was no longer calm. He looked at the black dragon or this world and shouted angrily.
“I don’t want to die.”
“But I am about to die now.”
“I feel so sad.”
Chen Chang Sheng felt very sad and his eye sockets were a little red. He thought he would cry, but he discovered that ever since he controlled emotion and was unwilling to die, he forgot how to cry. With this, he felt even more sad. Then he unimaginably calmed down.