"Xixi, come back. I can pretend like nothing has ever happened."
He stomps on his own pride, only wishing she could take pity on him. This unsightly image of himself is perhaps why even Gu Huai'an looks down on him.
"Xixi, everyone in this world can betray me, everyone except you," he says, looking at her in sorrow, whispering, "Can you come back, please?"
His tone is so melancholy, as if he's pleading with her.
The cool night wind blows past, causing a chill.
Meng Xi'er was crying so much she could barely stand. Why was he doing this? Why now of all times, saying these things, when he knew there was no turning back for them? Why must he say these things!
Why did he come? Fully aware that he'd die, why did he come alone? He provided the answers she was too afraid to contemplate with his life.
Why did they have to end up like this?
Gu Huai'an grabbed her hand, snickering into her ear: "Miss Meng, if you don't kill him, the one to die will be you."