She lowered her head slightly
and wanted to forget this fact.
"Don't think about it!"
She wanted to convince herself.
"I won't be able to see him again, we are destined to be separated by life and death.
I didn't want to trouble him, I just hoped that he could meet his Miss Right.
Though I thought so, I felt heartache when I thought he would put that ring on another woman's hand.
My heart was in severe pain as if it had been torn apart.
He is not a ruthless person; he might not find another woman after I left in ten years.
But again, he's a man, not a saint.
He might not remarry within ten, or even twenty years.
But what about thirty or forty years later?
He was the best man I had ever met.
The number of women who are willing to take care of him will only increase as time goes by.
So will he still be able to spend his whole life commemorating a dead woman?"