To my beloved arashihana.
——Xiaohan Qinghuan
At dusk, Bing Wuyi came to Qiu Ming Mountain Residence alone.
Wild flowers of indescribable color bloomed all over the mountains and plains, mixed with clumps of weeds and withered maple leaves.
He looked at the stone tablet standing in front of the mountain with the words "Qiu Ming Mountain Residence" written on it, stretched out his hand and poked it a few times, then sat down on the ground with his knees in his arms.
In this familiar place, he was rarely quiet and did not make too many noises. He just raised his head and leaned against the stone tablet, and said lightly: "Jian Buyi, you are dead."
Intention: