Bai Ling knelt in front of the tombstone and sat blankly as before. She seemed to be waiting for a voice to pull her out of the quagmire just like before. But day and night passed, and she never saw the boy in red again. The rain gradually became heavier. She lay on the grave, as if she was back on the roof in that summer. Wei Jingzhan held her sleeping in his arms all night, and did not wake him up until his arms were numb...
