He loved you

Fei Chuan's words caused Bei Sangyun to freeze.

The scene of a weak, white-haired man sitting on his wheelchair came to her mind. His breath was weak, but he smiled gently and still dropped a flower on her grave with a trembling hand.

"Can I stay here with you? You won't push me away, right? I have been accompanying you for many years. You should have opened up to me by now." His voice was weak, but there was happiness in his tone.

"Will we see each other again? I really hope so." The white-haired man spoke a lot of things with a happy tone. But as the sky darkened, his voice became softer, and his breath weaker.

He closed his eyes and muttered, "...I just want to see...you...again."

And his breathing ceased...

Bei Sangyun's nose turned sour. How could she forget that?