Chapter 809: Chapter 257: When the Soul-Continuing Incense Burns Out, I Shall Leave_2
The smile on her face never faded as she said, “I’m really happy. That you could co to see off at the end of my life.”
Leonard Churchill listened, feeling increasingly uneasy, and said with difficulty, “Miss Anne, these years must have been hard for you…”
Vera Williams did not shy away from the topic and reflected, “Well… it was a bit tough before. But later… later, I ca to understand.”
Thinking back to all those days and nights, it truly felt so sad at the ti.
Yet, it was precisely those longings that sheltered her from the storm and helped her endure countless difficult days.
Now, looking back, those experiences had beco a substantial part of her life.
In life, there are regrets in everything, but everything is also worthwhile.
It was as if she was experiencing a final burst of clarity, her thoughts now incredibly lucid.
Vera Williams chose not to dwell on this topic any longer and instead said, “Leonard, don’t be sad for , I don’t want to see you upset. Because my life has been very fulfilling. To be lucky twice in life is wonderful. Once is to et the one you love, and once is to grow old. Fate has been kind to , and I have experienced both.”
After saying such a lengthy statent, the elderly seed a bit winded.
Leonard took her aged hand in his, cradling that last bit of heartfelt beauty that was about to leave this world.
When he knew, just as before, that he couldn’t hold onto anything.
But in the mont their hands touched, their two familiar souls seed to resonate with an intimate harmony.
Age seed not to be a barrier at all.
He was still him.
She was still her.
Vera Williams, however, chuckled at herself and asked, “Does my hand feel as old as tree bark?”
“…”
Leonard shook his head, remained silent.
Vera Williams, at life’s end, certainly did not care about appearances anymore; she only cared about Leonard.
Looking at her, as if sensing sothing.
Vera Williams knew her ti was short and wanted to say everything she had to say, reassuring him once again, “Leonard, don’t you think our eting was magical? That magical ‘Stamp’ allowed us to et across a century…”
Just as the ‘Great Sword’ she left behind gave her sothing to cling to.
That thought supported her through countless days of sorrow and despair.
Now, Vera Williams left Leonard with a thought, slowly saying, “Don’t be sad, don’t grieve. If one day, you truly rember , you can co to the River of Ti to see . I’ll still be there.”
Hearing this, Leonard’s pupils abruptly constricted as if he saw a beam of light piercing through the heavy clouds.
That’s right, the Ti Rule!
Ti can be traversed!
Vera Williams continued in a very faint voice, “If the ‘Stamp’ can bring us together, then maybe one day in the future, you could return to the past to see ? Not the current , but the eighteen-year-old . I think Miss Anne at that youthful age will still be very, very much looking forward to eting Mr. Leonard Churchill.”
As she spoke, her words carried a deep significance, “When I look back now, my life is like a storybook, already spectacular enough… I would also like Mr. Leonard Churchill to have the chance to read it again. To read about the beautiful tis we shared together…”
“…”
Leonard, reflecting on her words, felt his mind enter a state of vacancy.
It was a sudden realization, as if a cognitive barrier had been breached.
For a mont, the secret of ti seed to unveil itself before his eyes, and he truly touched it.
But before he could ponder further, the voice beside his ear grew weaker and weaker.
“I had so much to say, but alas, my ti is running short.”
Vera Williams said, and it seed as if she struggled to open her eyes, just like an old person dozing off.
She tried hard to take one last look at her beloved in the final monts of her life.
It was just the sa as mory.
In that mont of twilight reverie, she felt as if she had returned to the first ti she saw that face.
Vera Williams, looking at Leonard, wore a smile on her aged face that was incredibly happy and tender.
“Oh, over the years… I wrote so letters to you. But the ‘Stamp’ couldn’t send them out. I considered burning them, but I couldn’t bear to… I thought I’d leave them for you. If you want to read them, then read them…”Update by n0vgo.c0
Her voice was growing fainter.
Leonard listened, feeling as if his soul were being extracted, all his thoughts crashing against his spirit like a tidal surge.
Just then, he heard the elderly woman’s murmur, uttering her final words of farewell, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, goodbye… As the incense of the soul-extending candle dies out, I must go.”
Leonard found the hand he was holding trying to grasp his own with effort, but growing weaker.
He hurriedly grasped it.
But found he couldn’t hold on.
No, don’t…
Silly girl, don’t go!
As he watched those clear eyes slowly losing their vitality, Leonard was already covered in tears, and he gently said one last ti, “Miss Anne, I like you!”
Listened to this, Vera Williams smiled.
As he spoke, Leonard leaned down and kissed the girl on the forehead.
At that mont, the incense in the corner ceased abruptly.
In the final mont before death, Vera Williams wanted to say sothing more, but she couldn’t speak anymore.
But her lips maintained a happy smile until the end.
In the last second before she closed her eyes, she looked at Leonard’s eyes, which were still so tender, so… full of love.
But the very next mont, her body emitted a glow.
The elegant and proud Miss Anne, in Leonard’s kiss, disintegrated into a sky full of pink rose petals.
Like a rose at the end of its blooming season, ultimately scattering in the wind.
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