Meng Qiu blinked his eyes as he stared at the Spirit Tree, it was as if he wanted to imprint the face he's seen in this life as his final moment.
Silent tears slipped from his eyes.
Unwillingness, remorse, desperation, joy...
If he could tell the Spirit Tree earlier what he felt and thought, then... would everything not happen?
If he knew earlier that in the heart of the Spirit Tree he was actually so important, would he be reluctant to do all this?
"Ah..." Meng Qiu used his last sliver strength to open his mouth but he couldn't even form a word.
Under the eyes of the Spirit Tree, Meng Qiu's figure fluttered with the breeze and turned into tiny stars, as he forever disappeared into the Three Realms. Silent but with repentance which he realized as he died.
Sorry.
That was what Meng Qiu did not managed to say when he died.
