The cemetery was quiet, save for the soft rustling of wind brushing over the tombstones and the occasional chirp of birds that sounded too cheerful for such a somber place.
Sheng Yin sat in front of Yu Shuchang's grave every day.
Rain or sun.
She never missed it.
She didn't cry anymore. Her eyes were always red, but the tears had long run dry. She just sat there, sometimes for hours, whispering the same words over and over.
"I'm sorry… I'm sorry I didn't leave when you told me to. I should have run. You shouldn't have gone back for me…"
She traced his name on the tombstone with trembling fingers. "It should have been me."
The cold wind blew her hair across her face. She didn't move it away.
Behind her, footsteps echoed lightly. Susan stood there, leaning on a crutch, her face pale but her eyes burning with bitterness.
"He died because of you."
Sheng Yin didn't turn.
