The fingers of the other party abruptly tightened around her hand, seemingly trembling slightly.
Meng Xi'er seemed not to notice, and just said softly: "...we will meet again... so tell him, not to worry, nor to be afraid..."
In this world, the only person she was concerned about was Meng Zichen.
He was still so young, how could she bear to leave him alone.
That person tightened their grip on her hand even more as Meng Xi'er finished her words, then fell into a dazed sleep again.
Her waking time became shorter and shorter, and sleep longer and longer. If this continued, she might die in her sleep sooner or later.
That was fine too.
Sometimes, Meng Xi'er thought, fleeing without pain was probably her greatest fortune in this life.
She couldn't bear any pain anymore.
Both her mind and body had collapsed to the extreme, such a way of death, was likely the luckiest thing...
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