His fingers gently brushed away the tears that dripped down your cheeks, and gave you a faint ghost of a smile - he didn't have the strength to beam at you like he used to. "Francheska, it's okay." The soft love in his eyes only served to hurt you more, break you more, make your heart sting a little bit more. "Don't cry, beautiful. If there is a heaven, we've already decided that's where we're going, right? I'll wait for you there. I love you. Goodbye, my Ilya." Minghao closed his eyes.
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