I stared blankly at the jade pendant in his hand, which had just been in my own hands, impossible to shake off, yet now inexplicably appearing in Bastel’s hand.
Since I woke up this time, there have been too many strange things, too many events that even ghosts and gods cannot explain, too many imaginations. Everything seems like a dream.
When I unconsciously touched the jade pendant, familiar scenes from my dream flashed before my eyes.
The scene showed the man in the silver mask, smiling at the figure in the blue robe, a faint smile.
After a long time, he softly spoke to that back: “Yan’er, I knew you would come!”
The woman in the blue robe remained turned away, not looking back. She just murmured: “Cang… I’m sorry!”
The man laughed bitterly, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth. He struggled to maintain his stance. His face was pale. He stretched out his fingertips to touch the woman’s face, looking at her with a faint smile. Those hands wiped away the tears from my cheeks: “Yan’er, don’t cry. In the past, because you stayed by my side, I gave you endless pain. But I always only wanted to see your smile. When you were with him, you always had a brilliant smile. But when you were by my side, you were stingy even with a hint of a smile. I have always been too selfish, wanting to keep you by my side.
But now that I’m dying is good, at least I’ve left a trace in your heart, right! Can I be greedy and ask you for the next life, in the next life to completely occupy your heart, in the next life you belong only to me, okay!” His pale face was filled with a faint hope, an expectant smile spreading from the corners of his mouth.
Blood continued to spill from his lips, flowing down his gray-white clothing. Even with his pale, sickly face, he was still breathtakingly beautiful. Though very weak, he remained stubborn in his words.
