Who knew she wouldn't even get to finish her sentence before Old Master Long coldly cut her off, "Secretary Zhou, take this child out; I am tired!"
As Xiao Mo's body hovered in mid-air, falling downwards, she still thought Monica really wanted to accompany her in death... In the instant she hit the water, her mind rapidly flashed through the various moments with Ah Jun over the years, those once warm scenes streaking by like meteors across the night sky, the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a smile, life is short, since they had once deeply loved, why cling and not let go, let the past remain in the past...
"Whoosh..."
The splash erupted as she free-fell into the water. Because of inertia, she kept sinking. Monica was holding onto her hand tightly. Underwater, she gazed at him, suddenly recalling the phrase he once said about being lovers in death, suddenly wanting to laugh, this man, really silly and cute.
