No More Lu In the Next Life
Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
He carried the dying woman as his tears flowed down from the corner of his eyes. They landed on the colourless skin of the woman.
As his gaze lowered again, it finally landed on the body of the woman who was long dead. She wasn't terrifying nor dishevelled. SHe seemed to have left peacefully. No one knew how she was treated when she was living or how many times she was stabbed. But when she died, she still had a quiet beauty to her.
The November wind had a tingle of chill to it as the entire earth turned cold between the dying leaves.
A man bent down and placed the fresh flowers in his hands on the tombstone.
On the tombstone, the picture of the woman smiling was clean and sweet. This was her when she was 24 years old and she had the same beauty when she passed away at 28. Her beauty stopped at 24 years old while her life ended when she was 28.