She then looked toward Liang Zhi Chen, "That nun also said that you... you are either going to die or go mad."
Liang Zhi Chen suddenly let out a laugh, "Die or go mad?"
He had always thought fortune-tellers were all swindlers from the streets; he never believed in such things, but recalling his own dreams, where he first went mad then died, it seemed to have confirmed the nun's prophecy.
He lowered his head to look at his hands, not knowing when they had started to clasp tightly together.
It seemed that in these few days, the distance between them, which was once so vast, had suddenly closed in.
His large hand enveloped her smaller one, holding very tightly.
He wanted to hold her hands forever, wanted to keep her by his side.
There was a selfish desire within him to have her placed somewhere he could always see her, even that would be good enough.
