“Don’t worry.”Lu Yi raised his head and looked at everything outside. His gaze grew warmer and warmer.
“I will live for a very long time. I will live for a very long time and my hair will be white. However, no matter how old we become, I will always hold your hand and walk towards the end of our lives.”
Yan Huan closed his eyes and absorbed the warmth from his body as well as the faint scent of kapok that had never changed.
At this moment, she began to calm down. Perhaps she would remember the man who had once hurt and harmed her, or perhaps she would be the last person in the world to remember him.
And she forgave him.
Yan Huan reached into his pocket and took out a piece of paper from his body, placing it in Lu Yi’s palm,
“He told me this.”
