Nuonuo couldn't even force a smile: "Reporter Su, it's pancreatic cancer, certified by Dr. Chen himself. What's the point of struggling anymore?"
"If I start now, maybe I still have time to choose a slightly nicer urn for myself?"
Su Bingbing: "!!!"
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"The mental state of contemporary university students is indeed ahead of its time."
"If you can't struggle, then don't struggle, just pick your own urn..."
"Honestly, urns are not only expensive but also ugly. With that money, you could buy a mother-of-pearl box. I wonder if any of those artisans who've mastered mother-of-pearl have considered transitioning to making urns."
"Speaking of which, there are some resin artists who've made resin urns before, and they're quite beautiful. This girl might want to consider that."
"Those resin urns really are nice, but I think the music box urns are even more creative. You could even put a doll of yourself inside, so when someone opens your urn, you can dance for them!"
