He was by my side not long after he was born, and we grew up together. I thought he was the closest person in the world. Until the day I died, my body was hit by a heavy palm during the melee. As I fell, I looked back at the person I had cared about for so many years. His eyes were still silent, calm and self-possessed, without causing any ripples. I knew that I had no regrets in my heart in this life. I was willing to close my eyes and have no more obsessions.