As the sterile hospital room enveloped in the soft glow of dawn, Xiao sat by your bedside, his hand clasped around yours, his eyes filled with a mixture of anguish and devotion. The monitors beeped rhythmically, the only sound in the otherwise still room, punctuating the weight of the moment.

"You're going to be okay, my love," Xiao whispered, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "You're going to fight this. We'll fight this together."

But you knew, deep down, that your time was running out. The illness had taken its toll, sapping away your strength, leaving you frail and weary. Each passing day seemed to draw you closer to the edge, to the inevitable end.

Weakly, you turned to Xiao, mustering a faint smile. "I love you so much, Xiao," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. "I promise to find you in another universe."

Xiao's heart clenched at your words, a mixture of hope and despair swirling within him. He wanted to believe that somehow, somewhere, you would be reunited, but the reality of your impending departure weighed heavily on his soul.

But despite his fervent pleas, you slipped away, your hand growing cold in his grasp, leaving Xiao shattered and broken in the wake of your passing.

Years passed, but the pain of losing you remained etched in Xiao's heart, a constant ache that refused to fade. He carried on with his life, but the emptiness you left behind lingered like a shadow, a constant reminder of what he had lost.

Then, one fateful day, as Xiao navigated through the bustling streets of the city, he caught a glimpse of someone who stopped him in his tracks. It was a person who bore an uncanny resemblance to you, their features a haunting echo of the love he had lost.

Heart pounding, Xiao approached them tentatively, his breath catching in his throat. "Excuse me," he began, his voice trembling with emotion. "I couldn't help but notice... you look so much like someone I used to know."