He closed his dark eyes, lowered his head, and fished out a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it. The dryness in his throat and the heaviness in his heart were gradually blurred by the milky smoke.
No matter how ample and reasonable the justification, he felt guilt towards Song Yichuan, which he could not hide.
...
Shi Nuan came to Song Yichuan's grave, took out a gardenia she had prepared earlier from her pocket, and placed it on the Xuanxu Platform.
Then, she stood there quietly, looking at the tombstone for a long time.
The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that there was only wind. This was in the mountains, and even though it was just a low mountain, the wind was much stronger than down below.
She didn't know how long she stood there, but Shi Nuan felt her legs go numb before she finally spoke softly, "Xiao Chuan, I came to see you!"
The only response to her was the sound of the wind.
