But they still have each other. Even if they both die in the next moment, their lives will not be filled with so many regrets like hers.
"Your Majesty, I don't want to die here yet. I still have so many things to do. I haven't taken the ten jars of fresh Yunye in Xiaofu Residence, I still have 30% of the silver in Yao Yi's shop, and that bastard Hao Bai hasn't returned the flower dragon to me. I promised Shrike that I would take her to Haicheng to see Bo Yuhai, and I also said that I would use the newly earned silver to make a new hairpin for Aunt Dai. Uncle Li and Sister Dujuan are still waiting for me to return. I haven't met my adoptive father yet, and I haven't told him yet..."
I haven't told him yet: I like you.
She couldn't continue.
Her mouth was still half open, but she couldn't make any sound because of the soreness in her nose and throat.
If she had been shot to death by an arrow or beheaded by a knife on the battlefield, she might not have had time to think about these sad "ifs".
But the time of waiting for death was stretched infinitely, causing her to feel reluctant out of nowhere.
Only twenty years had passed in her life, and during these twenty years she had constantly persuaded herself to be content and grateful, so she never dared to expect too much. She knew that some things were never hers, and pursuing things that did not belong to her would only make her unhappy.
But at this moment, when her short life was about to end, she still felt a little sad.
What if, what if she actually deserved better? What if the answers to some questions weren't what she thought they were? However, her humility and cowardice made her miss these answers.
If she died in the yellow sand tonight, she would never know the answers.
I never know whether she exists in someone's heart.
"Are you done?"
The man's voice suddenly rang out, sounding even hoarse than usual.
Then, he slowly raised his left hand, touched the bun on his head, and seemed to sigh.
"The quality of this hairpin is really shabby."
He hadn't had water for a long time, but she could not hear any fatigue or pain in his voice except hoarseness.
Xiao Nanhui's thoughts were cut short, and she sniffed but didn't dare speak. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would burst into tears, which would not only be embarrassing, but also make her seem hypocritical.
"They are not important matters. You can do them one by one after returning to Que City."
After saying all this, he turned around and used his body to block the wind blowing in from the cave entrance.
The small flame in the fire pit seemed to come back to life, struggling bravely, maintaining the last bit of light and warmth.
The tears that had been accumulating in Xiao Nanhui's eyes for a long time finally fell.
The tears hit the dry and cold stone, and soon evaporated without a trace, as if she had never cried at all.
No one in the world except him knows how fragile she is at this moment.
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