Two Worlds, Three Loves

"Y-You..." Liu Qinglian's

face was paler than paper. "Pass on a

message for me. Tell my brother Liu Yuhang, 'I don't think I'll

make it. Let's meet again in the next life, in the next

life...'" Liu Qinglian's hand fell limp, and her eyes closed...

"Miss!" Que'er caught Qinglian.

She felt Qinglian's body growing cold.

"Withered vines, old trees, dusk crows; a little bridge, flowing

water, and homes."

The dusk was terrifyingly still. "Little

sister!" All that could be heard was Yuhang's sobbing.