"Meiya, calm down!" Song Huaiqian held her shoulders, his tone slow, trying to keep her from being so agitated.
Han Meiya's eyes were filled with tears. "He's not dead! He said he loved me. How could he leave without letting me be by his side? How could he leave without a word?" She was in denial, wanting to believe his departure was just a dream.
Song Huaiqian tried to persuade her, "Meiya, he loved you and didn't want you to be sad, didn't want you to mourn him for a lifetime, didn't want you in pain, so he left without a word."
"I don't believe it! I don't believe it!" Han Meiya pushed him, trying to run out.
But Song Huaiqian turned and pushed her against the wall, sternly saying, "Meiya, face reality, he's really gone!"
"Let me go! I want to find him!" Han Meiya's breathing was rapid, her voice trembling tightly.