She seemed to see Lu Zhonian approaching from not far away, holding her favorite irises in his hand.
In fact, when a person is on the verge of death, where do they find the energy to deliver so-called last words?
Song Nian felt that all the strength in her body had been drained, even slowly blinking felt exhausting.
The last glance she gave Lu Zhonian was nothing more than a silent gaze.
The space between them was clearly so close, just a few steps, yet life and death lay like an impassable chasm, with no chance of taking one more step across.
Song Nian slowly closed her eyes; she felt that she had no regrets, at least in the last moment of life, she had gotten everything she wanted.
Yet if possible, she still hoped that this time could last a little longer; she wanted to accompany Lu Zhonian more, to extend the length of their love as much as possible.
But all she could do was look at him, with a faint smile playing on her lips, she slowly closed her eyes.
