Bai Xi was reaching out to her for rescue.

And she encouraged her with words.

At that book signing event, Xu Xingguang met many readers who were lost in life, uneasy about the future, and tired of living.

But she always guided and encouraged them with words.

Her words were sharp, her stories were sad, and the characters she created were all vivid and fleshed out. But none of them were as gentle as she was.

Bai Xi heard the conversation in the video, and she awkwardly tucked her wind-blown hair behind her ears, softly saying, "During that time, I was very lost and even thought about dying."

"One day, I passed by a bookstore and saw the promotional slogan you wrote for your published work hanging on the store’s display cabinet."

Bai Xi remembered clearly, the sentence was: ’What’s braver than suicide is tenaciously living.’

"That afternoon, I sat on the bookstore floor and read your ’Guests on the Deserted Island.’ After reading it, I felt both oppressed and relieved, with a sense of liberation, as if welcoming new life."

"The male protagonist in your book, who never thought of giving up in the face of a deadly predicament, constantly seeking a glimmer of hope, gave me immense strength."

"Teacher Xu." At a red light, Bai Xi turned and looked at Xu Xingguang, saying, "You are a truly amazing person, using your imagination, your writing, and your worldview, you’ve given many readers the hope to live."

"And I am one of those readers you helped."

Hearing Bai Xi’s words, Xu Xingguang felt deeply ashamed.

She said, "Actually, when I was writing that book, I didn’t have such grand ideals or ambitions. I just wanted to write a good story and achieve a decent result."

At that time, Xu Xingguang was actually a somewhat vain little girl, eager for success and attention.

How could she possibly be as impressive as Bai Xi said?

Bai Xi knew that what Xu Xingguang said was true.

The initial motivation for Xu Xingguang to create stories might have been just for fame. But her work indeed influenced many people.

The reason why her work was so loved and pursued by many readers was precisely because it conveyed the notion that living is far more beautiful than dying.

An author who can help many people through their work is an outstanding author.

"No matter what, Miss Xu is really amazing."

Xu Xingguang felt even more ashamed.

At the flower shop, Bai Xi and Xu Xingguang walked in together.

Not knowing what flowers the reader liked, Xu Xingguang bought some sunflowers and yellow chrysanthemums, and added a spray of baby’s breath.

Hearing the names of the three types of flowers that Xu Xingguang mentioned, Bai Xi praised, "All are flowers full of blessings; that person will surely like them."

"I hope so."

While wrapping the flowers that Xu Xingguang bought, the shop owner asked Bai Xi, "Miss, would you like to buy some flowers?"

Bai Xi nodded.

The shop owner asked, "Who are they for?"

Bai Xi said, "For my father." After saying this, she added, "He has passed away."

The shop owner said, "Yellow chrysanthemums, then; they are the most suitable for a deceased elder."

"Alright." Bai Xi ordered a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums, and glimpsed at the yellow roses in the vase, suddenly asking, "What do yellow roses typically express?"

Busy with wrapping flowers, the shop owner answered without lifting his head, "Yellow roses are generally used to apologize."

"Please add a few more yellow roses for me," Bai Xi requested.

The shop owner paused slightly in his action of wrapping flowers.

Xu Xingguang also turned to look at Bai Xi.

But the shop owner wasn’t a talkative person; he swiftly finished wrapping Xu Xingguang’s bouquet and moved on to wrap Bai Xi’s.

On the way to Dongyang Mausoleum, Xu Xingguang asked Bai Xi, "How long has it been since your father passed away?"

Bai Xi replied, "He passed away when I was about five or six."

"Was it an illness or an accident?" Most people pass away due to illness, so Xu Xingguang’s question wouldn’t seem offensive.

Bai Xi was lost in thought and did not answer Xu Xingguang’s question.

So Xu Xingguang didn’t ask further.

Almost arriving at Dongyang Mausoleum, Bai Xi spoke on her own, "When I was very young, some thugs tried to kidnap me to threaten my father and his influential connections. But my father refused to leave me and escape alone; he held me tightly, using his body to shield me from the knife."

"I watched him die in my arms; his body was covered in blood, his eyes wide open, dying with a grievance."

Bai Xi glanced at the yellow roses in the back seat of the car, murmuring softly, "I’m sorry for him."