Xu Mey left the restaurant to look for He Jian. After a bit of wandering around, she found him standing before the fountain. She slowly came behind him and placed her hand on his shoulder. He Jian turned his head to look at her. Seeing her concerned look, he tried to smile but his smile looked rather sad to Xu Mey.
He placed his hand over Xu Mey's hand on his shoulder saying, "She didn't even give me the chance to give her the last rose." He said sotto voce.
Xu Mey had no idea how to console him at all. She took a deep breath. "Weiwei's loss was of life. She lost the battle of life and death. In your case, Jian Ge, you lost a part of yourself with her even when you're alive. Somehow, your loss seems bigger to me."
