"I have been waiting for you all along, but I am already old now." Han Zhuoli was struggling very hard to speak, exhaling a lot but inhaling much less. "But you, you're still so young."
At this moment, Lu Man was finally convinced that the person he had been waiting for his whole life was her.
Lu Man also had a feeling that Han Zhuoli's life seemed to have reached its end.
That was why he could see her.
That was why she could feel him.
"That's because… because I died long ago." Lu Man's tears streamed down. "When you were 38 years old, I'd already died."
"No wonder, no wonder…" Han Zhuoli muttered.
Having lived until such an old age, he had said and done many things in this life.
There were many he could no longer remember.
But he remembered the words he had said to his good buddies during that year when he was 38 years old.
Perhaps he could no longer wait for her anymore.
