Long Xiyuan picked up the piece of paper, his eyes red.
He choked as he asked, "Please, tell me, in the dream, did I say sorry to her? Did I apologize?"
Bai Zhi'er nodded gently, "Yes, she said she doesn't blame you."
"She said she likes you reciting the poem she wrote on the kite."
This time, without Bai Zhi'er's reminder, Long Xiyuan remembered.
He murmured, "I'm afraid meeting you was a dream, a dream..."
Long Xiyuan held the box, crying in a subdued and sorrowful manner.
Bai Zhi'er wiped her tears, turned with Feng Fuce, and left the hall, intending to give Long Xiyuan some time to come to terms.
He must be full of regret too.
Not cherishing someone when they were alive, realizing her sincerity too late.
Parting in life and death is a difficult lesson to learn.
Bai Zhi'er stood under the corridor and suddenly, as if sensing something, she looked up.
Two feathers drifted down from the distant dark sky!
She was stunned, reaching out to catch them.
