In the end, it was wrong.
Miao Ke's blood-drenched eyes, his vision blurred by blood, were desperately trying to open wider to see her one last time, to remember her face more vividly.
Because in this lifetime, they will never meet again.
There is a separation that is eternal, and that is... parting by death.
One wrong step, and every step is wrong; love is not wrong, but don't commit unforgivable mistakes for love, for then, there will never be a chance to turn back.
Miao Ke parted his lips, wanting to say something more to Xia Wu, but, after all, he could not utter a single word.
Although... he was merely an insignificant male companion by her side, without identity, status, or ability, not even qualified to love her, yet love, once it happens, cares for nothing else.
His consciousness finally blurred, and the world turned into a dark grayness, slowly fading away.
