Three Years After I Died, He Is Still Wiping My Urn

"Mr. Huo signed. Search and rescue terminated." That year she lay on the rocks and listened to these words. The third day of search and rescue. She is two months pregnant. —— Three years later. "Have we met before?" "Mr. Huo, this is our first meeting." —— "Su Wan, it's you, right?" "No." —— The urn beside his bed had been there for three years. There are no ashes inside. It was the sand he brought back in handfuls from that beach.