As he lay dying, he gazed at Luo Yaodi. "In our next life, let's be lovers!"
Years later, holding a DNA report before row upon row of gravestones, she said, "We're not related by blood. Come back and love me once more, won't you?"
Waking from a dream, she gazed at his portrait and murmured, "Qingjue, you were always my Jin'an, after all."
Their blood flowed through the river of time, every second slipping away. They would be together forever, even if they were no longer among the living.
