On a rainy night that year, he intercepted her in the back alley of a Qing bar and decided that she was desperate and returned to China to make money. He used debt as a shackle, imprisoned her in a villa on the mountainside, and took revenge layer by layer with hatred and indifference. She endured all the humiliation in silence, hid the terminal diagnosis certificate in the deepest pocket, hid the medicine bottle in the corner of the bathroom, and played the piano to a broken yet gentle sound. Later, he finally caught her collapsed body under the spotlight of the concert hall, and the crumpled medical certificate slipped from her pocket. Only then did he realize that she was not coming back to collect debts, but to say goodbye.
"Wherever the wind stops, there is a way back. Wherever you are, the wind stops."
