In her lonely old age, she was cleaning up the clutter in the small attic and found a yellowed silk handkerchief among the dust in the house, as if it had been left to her by that person. Her eyesight was failing, and she touched the words tremblingly, stroking them over and over again, word by word: "We are united in our hearts and have a long-term relationship. Although this life is short, we will be lingering together. The day I meet you again, the jade tree is in the wind... A young man!"
