"Today... Your heart is not here." The woman in scarlet clothes said with some difficulty, her tone was still calm, but it seemed pale and weak in the intermittent voice.
"Yes." The black pupils dimmed, but the smile on the lips became warmer and warmer, and the voice became lower and lower, "Because today... Belongs to Ming'er..." But she could no longer speak.
The woman in scarlet clothes suddenly lost all her strength, and it was difficult to even speak. After a long time, her voice was heard being blown into the air by the wind.
"But tomorrow... Is your birthday..."