The night is as cool as water, and in the cemetery, only the dim streetlights emit a chilling glow.
All around is unusually quiet, with only the wind whistling through...
On the cold tombstone, Yeh Yu's black-and-white photo is forever fixed there, untouched by the passage of time, his visage will never age again.
Mia holds a bouquet of white Forget Oneself flowers, slowly bends down, and places them in front of his grave.
"I've come to see you!"
She murmurs softly, her fingers brushing over his photo as if truly caressing his cheek.
"Yu, did you ever love me?"
She asks sorrowfully, but the only reply is the lament of the wind.
Chi Xiaoyu stands silently at a distance.
Everyone who refuses to marry has a grave in their heart, burying someone impossible.
After a long while, Mia finally turns to Chi Xiaoyu, "Let's go!"
Chi Xiaoyu nods and walks out side by side with Mia.
