The beach was shrouded in silence.
Everyone quietly watched the Sorrow Seabird, saw it gently stretch its wings, and saw it close its eyes and enjoy the moment.
Du Yu had many principles, and also many stories.
But in the end, he slowly fell to the ground.
Beside him, Li Mengnan came over, her face full of worry: "What's wrong with the Sorrow Seabird?"
As she asked this, everyone on the beach could already sense that the Sorrow Seabird had not the slightest attachment to this world.
It wanted to die, but was not sorrowful.
On the contrary, the expression of the Sorrow Seabird, about to be freed, even carried traces of happiness.
Such authentic and intense emotion made the sensitive souls present feel deeply conflicted inside.
Du Yu and the others had only lived for a mere twenty years; when it came to death, their instincts were resistance and fear.
But now, in front of them, this life tortured by pain, offered a completely different attitude toward death.
