The road home in this life was so, so long. After that night, Shen Shi never went back. They say losing a loved one isn’t a downpour, but a lingering dampness that lasts the rest of your life. For Shen Shi, the rest of his life was damp. Death itself wasn’t frightening. What he feared was forgetting. He wasn’t afraid no one would remember him after he died, and he didn’t care whether anyone remembered him at all. He was only afraid that no one in this world would remember his mother or his sister Arola... Pei Chunyi knew. He understood it all, and wished he could bear the pain in Shen Shi’s place. If only, if only he had met him sooner. The road home stretched on and on, and he no longer knew where he was supposed to go.
Come on! Come on!