Ten years of getting along and entanglements of two lifetimes, they would either be separated in life or be parted in death.
If life was really like this, then were the twists and turns in their fate really too much and too painful?
"Huanhuan, Huanhuan..." Lu Yi continually shouted Yan Huan's name. She could hear his voice, feel his heartbeat and also know the pain in his heart. She was aware, she understood everything, and she had experienced them all.
That it was better to die than to live like this, that sense of feeling so much grief as to wish she were dead.
They stayed like this and nestled against each other. They felt each other's body heat warming themselves and telling them that if they lost these things, then what they did have. Without these things, what would they have?