Ruan Jiaojiao sighed again.
She withdrew her gaze, looked up at the stars overhead, and murmured, "Grandma said that when people die, they turn into stars and watch over their loved ones from above. Brother Xiu, do you think after I die..."
"You won't die!" Almost the instant Ruan Jiaojiao began to say the word 'die,' Xiu Xi cut her off coldly: "I won't let you die!"
Ruan Jiaojiao looked at him, her eyes stinging intensely. She blinked, then closed her eyes, her voice trembling: "I don't want to die either, Brother Xiu... I really don't want to die..."
The night was so silent, her voice seemed to follow the wind right into Xiu Xi's ears. His heart, already with a gaping hole, felt even more wind-battered and it hurt bitterly.
Even many years later, when everything had already become calm and peaceful, Xiu Xi would still feel a sharp pain in his heart whenever he thought of her words.
