He thought of entangling in a passionate kiss with her, but he was too weak, falling into unconsciousness. Before closing his eyes, he muttered three words from his lips.
He was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.
Yet from the shape of his lips, she could tell that he said, "I love you."
Tears began to well in her eyes.
A can of poison, knowing that drinking it would kill him, yet he drank it without any hesitation.
Having taken it, if she didn't save him, he would have nothing but death awaiting him.
This showed that he was willing to place his life in her hands.
His profound affection for her, she couldn't deny, was moving.
She stood up and walked over to the table, wanting to see what he had written just now.
On the white paper, two lines of clear black text were visible:
I have grown tired of living and have gone West on my own accord.
All the property that belongs to me after my death shall be left to my wife, Su Qingyue.
— Xiao Yuchuan