"Okay." Lu Man cried as she nodded. "I will also go and find you. I will definitely go and find you. We will be together in our next life, and the next."
Han Zhuoli held her hand and said, "It's a promise…"
He wanted to grasp it tightly, but he could not exert any strength.
Instead, his strength became weaker and weaker.
Finally, his fingers slipped away, without any strength in them at all.
Just as Han Zhuoli's hand was about to fall, Lu Man clutched it tightly. "Zhuoli! Zhuoli!"
"Zhuoli…" Lu Man cried and wailed, "Zhuoli!"
Even though she had stayed by his side for 57 years, at this moment, she still could not accept it and felt utterly miserable.
"Zhuoli, don't leave me behind. Zhuoli!"
She held Han Zhuoli's hand and did not let go. Through her tear-filled eyes, she saw that Han Zhuoli's expression looked exceptionally peaceful.
It had a faint hint of a smile.
