I had already gone out when the sky was still gray, and Ji Jiang hadn't gotten up yet.
On the passenger seat is a bouquet of lilies with dewdrops on it. Today I am going to pay her respects.
She still didn't live long, as years of mental illness had already overwhelmed her body.
The day she died, she was sitting on the bed. I never cleaned up the broken glass, but she would never step on it again. She just looked at the place where it was.
"Ji Hengyuan."
I stood near the door and answered her: "I'm here."
"Thank you always."
"Thank you for showing up, thank you for loving me."
"I never did anything to you."
No.
I told her while standing in front of her tombstone.
"You gave me everything you had."
[I picked up the nine-year-old him, and he held a lamp for the grown-up me.
