"Nigel Clegg," all of a sudden, Melody Foster grabbed Nigel Clegg's wrist and took his hand down, "Nigel Clegg, please don't do this..."
A tender smile adorned her face.
The sunlight at that moment was casting on her face, as if giving her fair skin a layer of gold.
Nigel Clegg turned around and embraced Melody Foster.
He heard her softly call out.
And then he understood, even such a slight movement had hurt her.
"I'm sorry..." he didn't know what he was saying, "I'm sorry... I couldn't save you... I'm so useless..."
Melody Foster also wrapped her arms around him in return.
"No, Nigel Clegg, this is just my fate," she said, her body slowly weakening.
Pain suddenly struck her again.
Feeling something was wrong, Nigel Clegg nearly cried out, "What's wrong with you?"
Melody Foster weakly shook her head.
"I think..." she gasped for air, "the time has probably come..."
Nigel Clegg was lost for words.
