Lu Xiaojiu's face was marked and drying from tears, deeply troubled inside, yet she could only bury it within her heart. She watched Lu Bai's back, feeling somewhat dazed. Lu Bai and Tian Yi's backs were really similar; she had mistaken them many times. Her mouth tasted bitter, but no matter how much Tian Yi resembled Lu Bai, he wasn't Lu Bai.
"Should we burn some joss paper?" Lu Bai asked.
Lu Xiaojiu looked at the joss paper and stubbornly turned away, refusing to accept the fact that Lu Bai was gone.
"Xiaojiu, the dead cannot come back to life. Even if you believe he's still alive, he'd surely come back to see you. He wouldn't want you to be this sad. If he can't return, then there must be a reason." Lu Bai said, "You must look forward."
"I can't forget him," Lu Xiaojiu said, "Our ten-plus years of feelings, he was like my family, my brother, Tian Yi, he was my brother."
Lu Bai felt a sharp pang in his heart.
Brother.
