'It's a good thing... you didn't fall in love.'
That way, he won't be heartbroken when I die.
That kind of heart-wrenching pain is truly unbearable. I never want to experience it again in this lifetime.
So, it's better this way.
Years from now, when he thinks of Song Lianhe, he'll sigh for a moment at most.
In his leisure, he might tell his descendants a story:
Once, a woman appeared before me out of nowhere...
And then, the children will yawn and say what a boring story it is.
Heh...
Song Lianhe wanted to laugh, but the mere impulse sent waves of pain through her, as if her body had been dismantled, every bone screaming in agony.
She couldn't hold on any longer. She buried her face in his embrace, her brow tightly furrowed.
"It hurts... It really hurts..."
In that moment, she felt as if she were back in that familiar hospital room, lying quietly in bed, forced to endure the pain in her body and the slow ebb of her life.
