Blood, vividly red, gradually stained Ning Xia's clothes, her black pupils slightly dilating amid a painful expression, yet her gaze remained calm.
She didn't look at John Hill, only struggling to turn her head to look at Bo Siyan.
Finally, the corners of her lips slowly lifted into a faint curve, then she fell into Bo Siyan's arms and closed her eyes.
If they could not be born on the same day of the same year, then dying on the same day of the same year would also be good.
At least they could be together and not suffer alone from the pain of being left behind. Without each other, the endless years would be too hard to endure.
Bo Siyan, wait for me, I will catch up with you soon.
In heaven, we will still be the most perfectly matched celestial couple.
The President's aide walked in, glanced at Bo Siyan and Ning Xia, and then smiled, "Prince, you've done well. The President asked me to tell you that he will fully support you, and you don't have to worry about anything anymore."
