บท 547: New Year's Day

Li Zhe hugged Meng Yu even tighter and said firmly, "No, I don't want to be so far away from you. I want to cling to you for the rest of my life. Even if I die, I want to imprison you in my coffin and not let you leave by even half a step."

Meng Yu's empty eyes were filled with a trace of life, but then it gradually extinguished. He said in a desolate tone, "Director Li, you are a good person. A good person like you should not be tied to me. People like me should die early and go to hell to atone for their sins."

Li Zhe's eyes instantly turned red. Recalling the scene of Meng Yu's suicide ten years ago, Li Zhe's entire body trembled uncontrollably. His voice carried a pleading tone as he said, "Ah Yu, just take it that you pity me, okay? Don't say the word 'death'. I feel uncomfortable, I'm afraid, I can't take it."

Meng Yu felt a slight chill on his neck, and his empty eyes warmed up slightly. He said, not knowing what was wrong, "Director Li, you..."