Pan Shu suddenly found it funny and said, "Sheng Ye just said he hated you."

Qi Zui snorted and laughed: "He is just jealous of me. Besides, he hates me and I hate him too. Who is more noble than who?"

Panshu burst out laughing.

Qi Zui finally lived to be fifty-three years old.

There were a few more wrinkles on his eyebrows. He cared a lot about his appearance and was afraid that girls would not like him if he was ugly, so he took good care of his delicate and beautiful face.

Even at the moment of his death, he was still handsome and elegant.

He held Banshu's hand tightly, looking at the beautiful woman in front of him who showed almost no signs of aging. Tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes, and he moved his lips: "Sister..."

Ban Shu suppressed the soreness in her eyes and said, "Yeah."

"This time... this time Aque is really leaving. Aque is already... already very happy. Please don't be sad, okay..."

Pan Shu lowered her head and cried, unable to utter a word.

Shen Que wanted to raise his hand to wipe away her tears.

Just like usual, when she cried sadly after watching a tear-jerking movie, he would always use his slender and delicate hands to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, pat her back gently again and again, and comfort her like a child.

Sister, don’t cry.

——Aque will feel distressed.

But I don't even have the strength left.

He slowly, slowly took one last look at Pan Shu, as if he wanted to imprint her appearance deep into his soul.

All the bones and blood are imprinted with the traces of Banshu.

Sister, this time, Aque is really leaving.

Aque hopes.

I hope I will meet a good person in the future who truly loves me.

Don’t meet again... someone like Aque who makes you sad, okay?

Unfortunately, he didn't have the strength to say these words until he closed his eyes.