This lifetime, their appearances changed, names changed.
The only thing that stayed the same was their souls and hearts.
After many years, they stood facing each other once more.
Ying Zijin looked at his naturally smiling peach blossom eyes and softly said, "That's not the last word I wanted to leave you with."
At that time, she was in so much pain that speaking was difficult.
She didn't want him to worry, only wishing for him to quickly go to another universe to grow stronger.
Fu Yunshen was slightly startled: "Hmm?"
"What I wanted to say is—" Ying Zijin smiled silently, "I don't have a heart, but I have someone I love. Coincidentally, Mr. D is that person."
Fu Yunshen's arm stiffened, and for the first time, he felt at a loss; his ears turned warm: "Yaoyao?"
She leaned her head on his chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat,
as if only by holding him like this could she feel alive.
