Jiang Fan held her tightly, his eyes gradually becoming wet: "Don't speak anymore."
"We'll be at the North Border soon."
"It's your favorite place, where you can run barefoot across the grasslands, laugh freely and unrestrained, chop wood and boil tea, gaze at the stars and admire the moon."
"You can do everything you want to do..."
Cough, cough, cough...
The violent coughing interrupted him.
Ling Shu opened her eyes, gave Jiang Fan one last look, then slowly closed them:
"Brother, do you like Ling Shu?"
"I do."
"Then do you dislike Ling Shu calling you brother?"
"I don't dislike it."
"Then will you respond when Ling Shu calls you brother?"
"I will, always will."
"Then Ling Shu will keep calling."
"Brother."
"Hmm."
"Brother..."
"Hmm."
"Bro...ther..."
"Hmm!"
The hands Ling Shu had around Jiang Fan's waist slowly loosened.
Her palm opened, and a green Revitalizing Pill rolled out from it.
She hadn't taken it.
She wished to go down and join her kin.
