Chapter 1167 - 1175: Can You Do Me a Favor?

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 James Black, back into his arms, and held him tightly.

"You mustn’t 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 don’t want to see you cold and indifferent anymore, never again."

James 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?" James 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 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, "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 immediately pushed James 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.

James Black laughed outright, really wanting her to just keep crying, but he couldn’t 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 Black’s arms, wiping her own tears with the back of her hand, "James, I’m 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 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 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 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," James Black’s hand firmly held Jane Sampson’s, "In the blink of an eye, you’ve become ’Young.’ Now you should call my wife ’sister-in-law.’"

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 Martyrs’ 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 Sampson’s hand as they came 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 James Black.

"Could you do me a favor, Mr. Black? I’d like to do a feature on the King Town martyrs, could you tell the guard to let me 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 segment on this subject for quite some time."