One afternoon, the big sister who was older than her by ten years was eating lunch while giggling. “Being able to eat is a type of happiness. With every mouthful I take, from the depths of my heart I thank the gods for letting me live another second.” Her face was completely blanched because of her illness, but her eyes still shone brilliantly and full of life.
That big sister only lived with her for around twenty days. She died when her illness acted up, however Yi Longlong had always remembered her words, even till today.
Does this count as being a new life?
Although this appearance did not appeal to her, this at least was another way to continue living her life.
To be able to have warmth, continue breathing and have a heartbeat. To be able to eat and think. This was already a type of happiness.
She sought contentment.