"If you die before me, I won't seek death. I will live well and forget you. I will find another man to live with," Stella Grace said with anger on purpose.
"It doesn't matter. You should live according to your heart. I have only one request. Every year on my death anniversary, come to my grave and let me have a look at you," Jasper Milton said gently.
His doting, his generosity, his heart and soul... He never asked for anything in return, which made her feel sad.
She didn't want Jasper to die, and she couldn't bear to see him die.
After one died, there would be nothing left, not even one's soul.
He would not be remembered.
Stella lowered her head, held back her tears, and clenched her fists tightly. Her shoulders were shaking from the overflowing emotions.
