"Miss, do you still love him?" Meng Jun hesitated a moment, then seemed to summon his courage, saying solemnly, "Miss, if you still love him, go to the 'Black Iron City'. No matter what, you should tell him... at least... at least, see him one last time..."
To them, leaving this world meant never seeing him again in this lifetime.
Meng Ting sadly shook her head, picking up a branch of flowers and silently placing it into the flower pot in front of her. One, two, three, her movements quickened. Soon, the entire flower pot was filled with flower branches, unable to fit anymore. Suddenly she pulled out all the flower branches she had just placed, scattering them all over. She then turned and buried her face in Meng Jun's shoulder, her body shaking slightly. Meng Jun could feel drops of water falling onto his arm. He knew these were Meng Ting's tears.
Meng Jun looked at Meng Ting with a hint of pity, wanting to comfort her, but he didn't know how to.
