Su Jiameng smiled without saying a word, just gently stroking Huaixi's soft hair. Although in terms of this interstellar lifespan, she still had several hundred years to live, there was still some time before adulthood, let alone growing old.
But, a coffin is meant for the dead, not the old! Dying peacefully sounds simple, but who can guarantee they'll live to that point? Whether it's a natural disaster or a man-made calamity, it's just fate playing tricks. She didn't expect to die peacefully, only that she could live one more day, until these two children can live independently...
Now the future is unclear, and Su Jiameng can't make any promises. After all, the two kids are still too young. They understand life and death in concept but don't know how unpredictable it really is. Oh well, discussing this with them is just inviting trouble.
