The maid in pink threw herself beside Tifya, crying out in anguish, "Miss, Miss, you must hold on! You can't die, you can't leave Xiao Huan alone!"
Tifya's pale, delicate face revealed a faint, fragile smile. Her voice was soft, trembling, "X-Xiao… Huan… sister… must… leave… now… can't… take care… of… you… anymore… I… am already… very… satisfied… that… before… death… I… could see… my… most beloved… Ah Dai… brother… Ah Dai… brother… do you… know…? This… girl has… never… forgotten… you… always… remembered… the promise… we made… back then… I… I am… your… fiancée…! Hold me… hold me… please…?"
Ah Dai wiped the ceaseless tears from his eyes and held Tifya tightly against him. "Girl, girl, you've always been my fiancée. You will get better, you definitely will. I won't let you die, I won't let you die! As long as you recover, I'll marry you immediately, I swear I'll make you my wife. You must hold on, girl!"
