Perhaps others disappeared in the same way.
Now, the future self shatters and dissipates, and the Xu Ying in the image becomes the last one left.
... No one could accept this.
All her family and friends have passed away, leaving her alone in the whole world, facing everything, facing the death that could come at any time.
Moreover, she couldn't even choose death herself; there are still some things that need her to complete, things she must bear.
In the image, Xu Ying didn't sob for long, maybe just about half a minute before she lifted her head and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.
"I've lived for hundreds of years, normal people… don't live as long as I have." Xu Ying seemed to be comforting herself rather than leaving a message, "My brother lived seven or eight years longer than I did, he's luckier…"
She took a deep breath, looked up in the direction of Xu Xin: "Future brother, you must make sure we have a happy future! Otherwise... otherwise all these things we did..."
