Huo Jingfeng smiled at Lele, indicating everything was fine, then raised his gaze to meet Jiang Shuya's eyes: "Shuya, I can bare my heart for you to see… to see if it's real… Shuya, please, just give me a chance to speak with you, alright? Even if I… die… I will have no regrets…"
He wasn't afraid of death; he was only afraid of leaving things unsaid to her, those misunderstandings, those truths — he wanted to tell her everything, personally.
Jiang Shuya desperately widened her eyes, biting down hard on her lips, with a crimson haze from the blood obscuring her vision. She clearly didn't want to cry, clearly was full of hate, yet her eyes gradually moistened and tears rapidly gathered and fell.
"I don't know how to make you release the knot in your heart. If this can make you feel a little better, can lessen the harm I've caused you, then I'm willing to hurt myself… cough cough…" Huo Jingfeng smiled, yet coughed up blood.
