Chu Ci couldn’t help but smile: “Han Yue, I’m about to die. You should be happy, why do you look like you’re about to cry?” Han Yue paused, coldly replying with a question after a while: “Your death should bring about much joy to many people, how would there be a person who would shed tears for you?” “…That’s true.” Chu Ci sighed as he nodded, “I don’t wish for you to shed a single drop of tear for me, dirtying my road to reincarnation.”