A tragedy seven years ago drove these childhood sweethearts apart.
Since then, bloodstains have speckled his white shirt, while her pleated skirt has been heavy with endless longing.
She thought that, amid the hymns of pure love, he could hear her prayers.
She thought that, in a parallel world, his days were still peaceful.
Until their merciless reunion, like a blade driven straight into the heart.
It severed every “she thought,” leaving nothing but heartbreak.
He treated her like weeds, like dust.
He thought that if she didn’t cry out, she wouldn’t feel pain.
He thought that before she died, she would at least say goodbye, bid farewell to the life they’d shared…
Zhao Anyue said:
“As long as no one finds my body, he’ll keep living, searching for me forever. As long as he’s alive, it doesn’t matter whether I’m buried or have a grave marker…”
So Shen Xingye searched every empty grave in the world, never knowing where to bury the woman he had lost.
“Zhao Anyue, so you… were the cruelest one of all.”
