No.
It was the one word that first surfaced in Mai Mingle's mind.
"...No," she murmured subconsciously. "I don't accept it."
The Ballet Resident seemed taken aback as well. "What do you mean, you don't accept it? Who are you to not accept it? The person is dead. What good is you not accepting it?"
The question caught Mai Mingle off guard.
She hadn't actually been thinking deeply just now. 'No' was simply the first thought that had come to her.
And once it surfaced, it became an indisputable premise.
Rationally, she knew that Fu Tailan had indeed made a wish that sounded like he wanted to die. But Mai Mingle couldn't bring herself to believe it. 'There has to be something I can do, something that can make a child who isn't even an adult want to open his eyes again, want to grasp onto a life that had only just begun.'
