My dear, please slow down on the way to heaven. I'm afraid. I'm afraid that you will get lost on that crowded road without me. Are you lonely? My dear, do you still remember that I once said that even if we die, we will wait for me together. Don't cry on the way to heaven. My dearest person, I know the reluctance and pain in your heart when I left. I didn't keep my promise.
I couldn't put on your wedding dress with my own hands. I promised you to live well for love and to live strong for the children who have never seen their father. My dear, I picked your favorite wild flowers and put on the most beautiful wedding dress in front of your grave.
I have no more tears in front of your grave. They have dried up long ago after you left. You must wait for me and our children. Let my blood water the beautiful wild flowers. They must be blooming, especially bright and fragrant, waiting for my dear, we will go together in the next life...
Qiu Yu took Xia Tian's cold and stiff hand and choked with sobs. The tears were no longer quiet. They were surging and burning her sad and pale cheeks. She took out the sleeping pills she had prepared. . . . . . Lying in Xia Tian's arms, she closed her eyes gently.