If we are to leave, let's leave together. If we are to live, let's live together, and if we are to die, let's die together.
At this moment, after Xia Xiao closed her eyes, Gao Jiaxing opened his deep-set eyes and gazed at Xia Xiao. Unconsciously, his grip tightened once more; then he pressed his cheek against hers, feeling each other's faint breaths. Slowly he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep once again.
This time, the two of them never woke up.
Gao Jiaxing and Xia Xiao left this world together at the age of one hundred and eight.
They died in their sleep with smiles on their faces, hands clasped together, their expressions blissful and peaceful. Without illness or pain, they left no words for their children and grandchildren.
At their age, there was less they could express, but after living for over a century, they no longer needed words to understand each other completely.
Sharing the same blanket in life, and the same resting place in death.
