At last, she murmured, "Brother Qin, I really like... you..."
As she spoke her last words, her consciousness faded to black.
The fingers she had struggled to raise, trying to touch Qin Fang's face, fell limp...
"Qinghe!!!!!!"
...
Qin Fang cradled the body in his arms, feeling it gradually grow cold. Her soft, sweet voice was gone, replaced only by the howl of the mountain wind sweeping across the peak.
He looked down, staring blankly at her serene but lifeless face. Her long eyelashes lay still, hiding the eyes that had once overflowed with joy and spirit.
Her slender fingers hung limply at her side... All around them, the sweet honey continued to slowly spread across the ground...
...In the end, she never got to taste the honey that she and Xiao Jiu had so desperately longed for.
Overwhelming grief enveloped Qin Fang. No sound escaped his throat as his whole body trembled.
