"If I need a hug to die quietly, will you rush to my side?"
Lofilia, who had predicted her death, said quietly.
Her smile is beautiful and peaceful. It seemed that even if she died like this, she wouldn't have any complaints.
Hearing her say this, Xili just said softly:
"Since I was absent from your wedding, I will be the first one to attend your funeral and the last one to stay there."
"Haha..."
As if remembering a certain childhood agreement, Lofilia slowly closed her eyes. That pale but touching face still had a smile.
"As expected of me, my Sili."
A proud smile without any falseness.
"In the end, the person you love most will definitely be me."
But Siri just smiled and kissed Lofilia on the cheek.
"Definitely."
This is a story about deep love.