Mr. Yang tightly embraced Lan Xin, feeling her body gradually becoming transparent, an indescribable bitterness rising in his heart.
Her lips remained soft, yet they slowly lost their warmth, like a flower withering away.
"Xiaochen."
Lan Xin parted from his lips, her light brown eyes shimmering with tears, her voice as gentle as whispers in the wind, "Thank you."
"Lan Xin."
Mr. Yang called softly, his throat a little tight.
"Please... take good care of Yu for me."
Lan Xin's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a relieved smile.
Mr. Yang opened his mouth, wanting to say something but realizing he didn't know what to say.
The relationship between him and Lan Xin had always been for healing, yet now as he watched her about to disappear, an unspeakable bitterness filled his heart.
"You are a good person, having Yu with you makes me feel assured."
Lan Xin's body became increasingly transparent, almost merging into the faint light of the flower field.
