Grime on the Car

Zhaohui turned and looked at the woman beside her with a scrutinizing gaze. This was the first time anyone had formally asked her his name to her face. She began to recall the stories she had tried to forget. The gravestone standing before Zhaohui seemed like a new beginning rising from an ending. Looking back on the journey, she saw the tidy streets, towering buildings, and people praising peace, much like how her comrades could turn around in the dead of night and see the brightly lit cities across the sea, while the battles behind them raged more fiercely than firecrackers at New Year. When she watched the sunset glow in the west; when she swam toward the depths of the sea; when Yin Shi came rushing toward her...