"Xia Xue..." Misha's vision became blurry, and he couldn't see Xia Xue's face clearly. He could only reach out and touch her face. "You should go! It's my fault! But I already have Yi Lian in my heart, and there's no room for you! Just go..."
"No! I want to be with you, no matter where you go! I will always be with you!"
"Silly woman!" Misha laughed, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth. So this is what death feels like! Letting him die slowly, draining the blood from his body... Yi Lian, do you really hate me so much that you can't forgive me?
Misha felt his body growing cold, the pain in his chest intensifying. It was an indescribable agony, as if his life were being forcibly ripped from his flesh and bones.
"Yi Lian..." Misha struggled to look in Feng Qiqi's direction. By now, his eyes were clouded and he could only see a white mist, unable to see anything at all. "Yi Lian... if I die, can you let go of your hatred..."
"Yi Lian..."
