That certainly was a beautiful piece. It was seeped in sadness, tinged with melancholy and a soft touch of wistfulness. But Wu Xie wasn't exactly the kind of person whom that would work so well on. Soft-hearted he might be, but he also had a pragmatic soul. Such flowing words did not really touch him enough to bring him to tears.

"Young Master Lan," he replies, shaking his head. "That's beautiful but it's also too much effort. All you need to say is 'When you die -'" It takes him a moment because he barely has admitted this to himself. He hasn't yet said it in his heart, let alone out loud.

"'When you die, Xiao-ge will forget how to smile.'"