All that needed to be said has been said, Chu Yifei slowly closed his eyes, feeling that there were no more regrets left.
The weather is so nice today, he's finally leaving.
"Xiaren, I have one last request." The voice of Chu Yifei was so soft that it felt as if it would drift away at any moment, "Never tell Qiao Lang the truth about me, she has already suffered enough in the first half of her life, all that truth... it has no... no meaning anymore. If I meet you again in the next life, I will choose to pass you by just like the monk I played in Demon Flame, and never let you suffer these tortures..."
"I promise you, I promise you everything." Qiao Xiaren's voice sounded very bitter, cold and detached, "Yifei?"
Qiao Xiaren stretched out his hand to his nose and realized that there was no breath left.
He was dead.
