Miao Ke'er lay quietly in her arms, still wearing a smile on her face. For before her death, she had seen tears in his eyes. He had cried for her, and that was enough.
At this time, Miao Ke'er's heart might be happy, because he had survived and even shed tears for her.
To die in the embrace of a loved one might also be a beautiful thing.
"Ah! Ke'er, Ke'er!" Xiao Qiang roared towards the sky. Watching Xiao Qiang in a frenzy, Shen Zuiqiu's heart suddenly filled with images—she knew these were the memories of Xiao Qiang and her.
It was only now that she realized how difficult it was to let go of the forgotten past. Bit by bit, it was mesmerizing, but she eventually sighed.
Because just as Xiao Qiang had told her before, recalling forgotten things and feelings might not always be good; therefore, she eventually chose to forget.
