“Please…” Jingliu laid on her knees, holding Baiheng in her arms. Her breathing was slowing. Jingliu held her tight, closing her eyes as her tears fall. “No… No…” see tried to see Baiheng’s eyes, but they were closed, her grip on her sword dropping.

Jingliu held her tight, sobbing into Baiheng’s shoulder. “Baiheng… I can’t… you… without you I…”

“You’re already in the next life, aren’t you?” Jingliu cried, falling limp. She looked up, seeing somebody walk from the battlefield towards her.