She thought that by walking and walking, she would eventually suppress the emotions in her heart.
But in the end, as she walked, she couldn’t help but turn back and run to Jas Black, back into his arms, and held him tightly.
"You mustn’t sacrifice yourself, you have to keep looking after , and you have to be alright always."
Her voice was unspeakably sad, even a little aggrieved, "I don’t want to see you cold and indifferent anymore, never again."
Jas Black was startled by Jane Sampson’s tears; he had truly not expected this casual topic to make her cry.
"Still say you’re not a crybaby?" Jas Black gently patted Jane Sampson’s back with great helplessness, "No crying, when you cry, I don’t know how to console you."
"Then don’t make cry." Jane Sampson sobbed pitifully.
Jas Black sighed softly.
What to do?
How to comfort her?
Jas Black raised his hand and gently wiped her tears with the back of his hand, "I’ll count to three, and you stop crying. When we go back, I’ll give you a gift."
"I don’t want it!" Jane Sampson imdiately pushed Jas Black’s hand away.
After a few seconds, she raised a finger, "One gift plus a cup of milk tea."
Her voice was still choked up when she negotiated.
Jas Black laughed outright, really wanting her to just keep crying, but he couldn’t bear to.
"Mm," Jas Black agreed and after thinking, he added, "But not a precedent."
"Okay~" Jane Sampson replied and finally got up from Jas Black’s arms, wiping her own tears with the back of her hand, "Jas, I’m not as strong as Sister Shaw. In this world, there are only a handful of people who are good to . I want to spend a lifeti with you."
So, he could go first, but it definitely couldn’t be too soon.
She would allow him to leave before her when he was 100 years old.
No, 90 would do as well.
By then, her hair would have turned grey, and she might even have senile dentia, perhaps not even being able to rember who he was.
"Okay," Jas Black finally agreed, inwardly sighing, wishing he had known Jane Sampson would suddenly cry and should not have brought up that topic in the first place.
Old Young’s tomb was in a more remote area of the Martyrs’ Tomb, where many heroes of King Town like him had sacrificed their lives in recent years. They stopped in front of Old Young’s grave, and Jane Sampson bent down to gently place flowers on his grave.
"Old Young, this is Jane Sampson, my wife. I’ve brought her to see you when we had the chance," Jas Black’s hand firmly held Jane Sampson’s, "In the blink of an eye, you’ve beco ’Young.’ Now you should call my wife ’sister-in-law.’"
Jas Black and Old Young were not far apart in age, but since Old Young had sacrificed himself, his age would forever remain at the year he left. As a result, the living Jas Black grew older each year, and now, he was even a few years older than Old Young.
Jane Sampson stayed in the Martyrs’ Mausoleum with Jas Black for a short while, and when they left, they unexpectedly encountered Jillian Carter at the entrance of the cetery. When they t, Jillian Carter was showing her press card to the security guard, but she was still stopped, being told there was no notice from the superiors that a reporter was visiting.
"Mr. Black~" Jillian Carter saw Jas Black holding Jane Sampson’s hand as they ca out, and even though they both clearly saw her, they acted as if they didn’t and were about to walk away, Jillian Carter quickly called out to Jas Black.
"Could you do a favor, Mr. Black? I’d like to do a feature on the King Town martyrs, could you tell the guard to let in? I’m currently in charge of the social news at the Largest Newspaper Agency of King Town; I’ve been wanting to do a special segnt on this subject for quite so ti."
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