"It's great. Even though I know I'm going to die, I still feel so happy. I, Nangong Qi, have lived my life in vain.

Rao'er, do you know? In countless nights, I always think, if I could look at you like this and touch your face gently with my hands,

How happy it is to be able to lie quietly in your arms like this. I am still lucky, all of this has finally come true."

Although his face was as pale as paper, Nangong Qi's smile was bright and brighter than ever.

"I'm sorry~ I never meant to hurt you!" Because of the pain in her heart, Ling Mulao tightened her fingers.

Ling Mulao didn't have love for this big boy, but he liked him and had a family-like affection. After he sacrificed his life to save her, it grew like a weed.

With his eyes slightly curved into crescent moons, Nangong Qi tried his best to smile, and his voice was like a mosquito, "Rao'er, I know.

However, I am actually very lucky to die like this, because even if I didn't die, I wouldn't be able to face you and Brother Six. I'm sorry and guilty about all this, but I don't regret it.

Rao'er, I really want to call your name like this every day, I really want to lie in your arms for the rest of my life, such a warm embrace, I won't be cold anymore."

"Nangong Qi, what nonsense are you talking about!" Ling Mulao gritted her teeth tightly, and a trace of blood dripped from her gums because of too much force.

"I'm not saying anything stupid, cough cough~" As he said this, a mouthful of blood suddenly poured out of his mouth, but Nangong Qi laughed nonchalantly.

"Rao'er, don't be sad. Nangong Qi is very happy to die in your hands, because you will remember me all your life, and you will always think of me because of guilt.

From now on, with your thoughts in my mind, I won’t feel frightened or frightened in the underworld even if I climb a mountain of knives or get off a frying pan.

Ahem~ But, Rao'er..." Nangong Qi opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound because of his final weakness.

Seeing this, Ling Mulao hurriedly held Nangong Qi's hand, then leaned close to his mouth and asked, "I will listen to whatever you want to say."

"If...there is an afterlife, I really...hope not to...meet you, because...loving too much...is painful.

....."

The few words slowly echoed in my ears, as light as falling snow, but each word was burned into my heart, making it hurt beyond measure.

Ling Mulao stared blankly at Nangong Qi, who had closed her eyes. A hole was completely torn in her heart. She was afraid that just as he said, she would feel guilty for this for the rest of her life.

The corners of her eyes were moist. Ling Mulao raised his head to hold back the raging tears. He held the cold hand tightly with his fingers, as if he wanted to grasp something.

If there is an afterlife, I hope I won't meet you again, so I won't love or hurt you again.

Nangong Qi's last words echoed in Ling Mulao's mind again and again, and this time she truly understood how much pain there was behind that persistent and passionate love.

The corners of his lips raised slightly, and Ling Mulao suddenly laughed, but this smile was endlessly bitter, like a cup of coffee without sugar.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Mulao put Nangong Qi's body down, then leaned down and left a deep kiss on the cold Junyan.

Then, he wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, clenched his fingers into fists, and strode towards the main hall without looking back.

Brilliant.
Chapter completed!