Tears carried emotion.
Sometimes, a woman's tears hurt a man's heart more than a knife.
"Don't cry. Seeing my woman cry in front of me makes me feel utterly useless." Fan Lang raised his hand and gently wiped the tears from Zhao XiaoMan's face.
"These are tears of happiness, not sorrow. Seeing you makes me feel completely fulfilled. This life has been worth it. Since we cannot stay together forever, then let us cherish the present. As long as you always remember me and keep me in your heart, that will be enough."
Zhao XiaoMan smiled through her tears and reached out, gently placing her hand over Fan Lang's heart.
That gesture brought Fan Lang an even sharper ache.
He could soar through heaven and earth, traverse the universe, and slaughter gods, yet he could not save the woman he loved. He could only watch helplessly as her will sank into oblivion.
He truly wanted to tell Zhao XiaoMan that he would definitely help her reclaim control of her body, but he could not say such words aloud. If he did, Luoshen would hear them.
Or he could extract Zhao XiaoMan's memories and implant them into another body, but that would only be self-deception. What he created would not be the real Zhao XiaoMan at all, merely a puppet with those memories.
Fan Lang took a deep breath and swallowed the words in his heart before saying, "Our meeting was fate. Our love was something to hold on to. I will never let you down. It is enough for you to remember that."
"Mm, this love must not be betrayed." Zhao XiaoMan nestled against Fan Lang's chest. "Hold me. Let me savor this precious time."
Fan Lang wrapped his arms around Zhao XiaoMan's shoulders. The two embraced, wishing time could