She thought that by walking and walking, she would eventually suppress the emotions in her heart.
But in the end, as she walked, she couldnāt help but turn back and run to James Black, back into his arms, and held him tightly.
"You mustnāt sacrifice yourself, you have to keep looking after me, and you have to be alright always."
Her voice was unspeakably sad, even a little aggrieved, "I donāt want to see you cold and indifferent anymore, never again."
James Black was startled by Jane Sampsonās tears; he had truly not expected this casual topic to make her cry.
"Still say youāre not a crybaby?" James Black gently patted Jane Sampsonās back with great helplessness, "No crying, when you cry, I donāt know how to console you."
"Then donāt make me cry." Jane Sampson sobbed pitifully.
James Black sighed softly.
What to do?
How to comfort her?
James Black raised his hand and gently wiped her tears with the back of his hand, "Iāll count to three, and you stop crying. When we go back, Iāll give you a gift."
"I donāt want it!" Jane Sampson immediately pushed James Blackās 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.
James Black laughed outright, really wanting her to just keep crying, but he couldnāt bear to.
"Mm," James Black agreed and after thinking, he added, "But not a precedent."
"Okay~" Jane Sampson replied and finally got up from James Blackās arms, wiping her own tears with the back of her hand, "James, Iām not as strong as Sister Shaw. In this world, there are only a handful of people who are good to me. I want to spend a lifetime with you."
So, he could go first, but it definitely couldnāt 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 dementia, perhaps not even being able to remember who he was.
"Okay," James 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 Youngās tomb was in a more remote area of the Martyrsā Tomb, where many heroes of King Town like him had sacrificed their lives in recent years. They stopped in front of Old Youngās grave, and Jane Sampson bent down to gently place flowers on his grave.
"Old Young, this is Jane Sampson, my wife. Iāve brought her to see you when we had the chance," James Blackās hand firmly held Jane Sampsonās, "In the blink of an eye, youāve become āYoung.ā Now you should call my wife āsister-in-law.ā"
James 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 James Black grew older each year, and now, he was even a few years older than Old Young.
Jane Sampson stayed in the Martyrsā Mausoleum with James Black for a short while, and when they left, they unexpectedly encountered Jillian Carter at the entrance of the cemetery. When they met, 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 James Black holding Jane Sampsonās hand as they came out, and even though they both clearly saw her, they acted as if they didnāt and were about to walk away, Jillian Carter quickly called out to James Black.
"Could you do me a favor, Mr. Black? Iād like to do a feature on the King Town martyrs, could you tell the guard to let me in? Iām currently in charge of the social news at the Largest Newspaper Agency of King Town; Iāve been wanting to do a special segment on this subject for quite some time."