She was like a string taut to breaking.
"You're in a bad state," Xu Huo said pointedly.
Stimulated by his calmness, Wu Qiuyi's eyes reddened as she said, "A month ago, I was just an ordinary office worker, with a harmonious family and a happy life. Now, my family, my boyfriend, all dead! All of them!"
"Condolences."
"Condolences?" Wu Qiuyi laughed bitterly in extreme anger, swinging her fist at Xu Huo. He caught her fist with one hand, grabbed her other hand, and pressed her firmly against the glass case.
"Do you still want to live?" Xu Huo asked from behind her.
"Everyone I cared about is dead. What's the point of me living?!" Wu Qiuyi struggled furiously.
"Then why didn't you die?" Xu Huo said indifferently. "If you really couldn't go on living, you would have killed yourself when you found your boyfriend's body."
"You wanted to live, that's why you're still here."
"There are many ways to live, and no one has the right to interfere with you or others."