Yu Xiaoxuan closed her eyes and put her hand on her chest, feeling her heart slowly beating. The images surfacing in her mind were of the woman who had come looking for Han Yi this morning, holding that watch, and the lipstick mark on Han Yi's collarbone. These images gradually faded away, and then emerged were the times when her parents died, Han Yi's constant companionship, and when they encountered a landslide during a trip to clear her mind, nearly losing their lives. Han Yi had held her and said, "We may not have been able to be born at the same time, but we can die together now. If people knew about it, would it become a story passed down in admiration?"
At that time, she had already been crying her face wet with tears, yet she couldn't help but laugh out loud upon hearing Han Yi's words.
