Zhang Xiaohua listened and looked at the radiance on Mei Qinglian's face, smiling and saying: "At that time, Poor Path saved many people from the dungeon. As for whether your father was among them, I don't know!"
"Such... good... thank... Immortal..." Mei Qinglian smiled, turned her head and looked at Li Jinfeng with some tenderness in her eyes, and said: "Li... Young Master, you are a rare... righteous gentleman in the world... Concubine... only regrets... not meeting you earlier... I... hope you can... be with... your beloved... and become partners for life... growing old together... This... handkerchief... consider it as my... younger sister's... wedding gift to you..."
As Mei Qinglian spoke, she struggled to hold the handkerchief that was hanging from her waist, trying to lift it up and give it to Li Jinfeng. But... just after lifting it a little bit, the vitality in her eyes faded, and her hand became weak, and she seemed to have stopped breathing from her mouth and nose!
