"But you are already..."
Li Hao felt a deep sadness in his heart, his voice hoarse, thinking that the other was merely comforting him.
Ying Xiaoxiao saw through Li Hao's thoughts, her gaze growing even more tender, the delicate skin beneath her eyelids slowly breaking into dust, the shimmering light powder rising against the heavens, vanishing into the air.
"This reincarnated body of mine, accompanying you from the mortal world to this point, is my favorite lifetime."
Ying Xiaoxiao gently said, "Do you still remember the words I spoke when we first met?"
In Li Hao's mind appeared the scene of their first meeting, at the roadside tea stand, where the girl, like a breeze of cool air in summer, walked out gracefully from behind the stand, looking at him boldly:
"My name is Ying Xiaoxiao, born in response to calamity, carefree like the wind."
At that time, it seemed but a frivolous jest; now, it felt like the verification of destiny.
