Gu Xijiu intended to rescue her by rewinding her death, but her attempt had been kindly rejected. With her remaining breaths, Li Mengxia said, "Xijiu, let it happen."
Death seemed like the liberation of her pain. Gu Xijiu was surprised. "Why?"
Li Mengxia stared into the sky blankly. "I miss him. He never came for me. I shall look for him, then."
Li Mengxia had always been very optimistic about everything. She rushed around only to get her work done. Also, she had always been single. Gu Xijiu never knew why. At first, she thought Li Mengxia was against the idea of marriage; little did she know that she had always loved the same man.
"Who is he?" Gu Xijiu was curious.
"Overlord Long," Li Mengxia told her frankly. She finally talked about the name for the last time, the name that had been troubling her for years.
Gu Xijiu was utterly surprised.
Li Mengxia had never talked about her feelings publicly.
