Musings on the Human World

After receiving the dreadful news that Ziying had met with an accident, Old Liu rode his motorcycle back to the village through the night, risking his life, but in the end he still failed to see her one last time. The day after burying his wife, people found the daughter Old Liu had spent his whole life searching for on the hill behind the village. Sadly, they had already been separated by death.

Even after Yingzi lost her daughter and became mentally unstable, she never forgot the kindness in her heart. At the very last moment of her life, she fought with all her might to protect the girl in her arms. In just two or three days, Old Liu seemed to have been drained of every last bit of strength. In an instant, the light vanished from his eyes. And so, consumed by despair, Old Liu hanged himself from the rafters.

After the funeral, I stood blankly before the grave. Perhaps Old Liu’s story had some similarities to mine, leaving me feeling as though I’d lost a piece of my soul, too. The difference was that Old Liu’s story had ended, while mine had only just begun...