Ye Xuan sighed softly, “Miss, I understand how you feel, but I think dying like this is pointless.”

The woman looked at Ye Xuan. “Living is even more pointless.”

After a moment of silence, Ye Xuan replied, “He wanted you to live.”

The woman remained silent.

Ye Xuan sighed inwardly, “Living on, carrying their memory, is the ultimate act of love.”

He could understand her feelings. Although the woman had been ...