That night, the stone suddenly had a thought.
It wasn’t Baoyu’s thought. Baoyu was getting married then, his heart dead and his mind empty, with no thoughts at all. It was the stone’s own thought: the stone, a stubborn rock that should have been incapable of thought or feeling, suddenly wondered about something.
If only it could happen all over again.
If it could happen all over again, it would whisper one sentence in his ear. Just one.
But the stone couldn’t speak.
And there was no second chance.
At least, that was what it believed then. But what if there were a second chance? Could everything be changed?
