"Please speak, miss."
"I beg General Morgan to bury my corpse together with that heartless man; if that's not possible, please bury me at the base of The Rhova Wall, so that I can guard this city and wait for that heartless man to meet me in The Underworld."
"The dead are gone, why seek death lightly, miss?"
Chantelle Neal chuckled: "I escape, he doesn't relent; I stay, yet he abandons me. In this world, only men cannot be trusted! Master, I want to fly!"
"Alright." The man in white nodded, unable to hide the pain in his eyes.
"But I don't want to die looking ugly."
"Alright."
"Make sure to catch me before I hit the ground!"
"Alright."
"Goodbye, Master!" Chantelle Neal laughed as she took out a bottle of medicine from her sleeve, opened it, tilted her head back to drink, then smiled and closed her eyes, falling straight down.
The white dress and black hair danced wildly in the wind, creating an unexpectedly poignant scene.
