When Qing'er left, I was smiling.
I watched him gradually fall asleep, then leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead. I said, Qing'er, you must be tired.
I felt him getting colder, so I hugged his waist tightly, tightly and deeply. I thought, this way he would no longer be alone.
He just lay on top of me quietly. But for many moments, I heard his breathing clearly.
Even Qing'er's mother was trying to persuade me. She said, "Mr. Nangong, Qing'er is dead. He is really dead."
But I'm still just the same as before. I just left a smile that eclipsed the beautiful face, hugged Qing'er and left.
Because I always knew that Qing'er never left.
--Sequence