Little Fairy knew that her time was almost up—she could no longer act brave, so she started to cry buckets.
"It’s alright, don't cry, please don't cry..."
Darryl's heart clenched, and he could not stop his tears. He hugged Little Fairy and consoled her gently, "I would never let you leave me. Never! "
"Mmm!"
Little Fairy pressed her face into Darryl's chest and nodded as she said weakly,"
Darryl, please hug me tightly. I love this feeling."
Darryl embraced her in his arms tighter; his hands trembled.
"Tighter... I feel so cold..."
Little Fairy could feel that her body had turned lighter, and her mind had started to get blurred.
Little Fairy knew that she would die soon.
However, she tried her best to keep herself conscious. She said weakly, "Darryl, do you have any other love stories? I want to listen to more. I want to listen a hundred more, and yet it will never be enough."
"Of course!"
Darryl tried to hold back his grief; he smiled as he nodded. He said softly, "Let me tell you the story about the Butterfly Lovers."
He wanted to hear her say, 'What a beautiful story.'
However, Little Fairy did not have any reaction!
Darryl looked down at her; he could feel that something was not right.
His mind immediately spun; he was stunned.
Little Fairy was quiet as she lay in his arms. There was a light smile on her pale yet exquisite face, but her eyes shut tightly.
"Little Wife! Irene! Little Fairy! Please, open your eyes and look at me. I am begging you; please don't scare me. I am begging you. I am begging you. Little Fairy, I am begging you! Please open your eyes..." Darryl screamed until his voice got hoarse.
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