"Fifth Uncle..." Overwhelmed with grief, sobbing with each word.
Yun Ya watched from a distance, as if infected by the sadness, feeling her nose sting.
She looked up at the sky, forcing back her tears, remembering the dream from the previous night. She had died, and Brother Yan was the same... the one who dies is always liberated, but how much pain will the one who lives have to endure?
Love and separation, resentment and meeting, unfulfilled desires, and inability to let go.
Yan Nanfeng was dead, gone with guilt and longing for Yan Hua. The temple held an imposing ritual for him, offering him salvation to reach the pure land.
In the lingering chant of prayers, Yun Ya saw a young girl wearing mourning clothes, sitting cross-legged next to Master Huiming, her eyes slightly closed, the sadness deeply hidden, her face tranquil and serene.
