Under the white locust tree, he said to her, "In this life, I will not marry anyone except you." The woman was dressed in white and could not see her face clearly, only her ankle-length black hair shone in the moonlight. "As soon as we said goodbye that day, I promised not to marry anyone who is not yours." He smiled, with a handsome face and burning eyes. He hugged her, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and held her tightly so as not to rub her into his own flesh and blood. She hugged him back tenderly, but suddenly her face twitched, and her heart felt as painful as thousands of needles. The man gradually lost his breath, and the white Confucian shirt bloomed into bright red hibiscus flowers. He rested his head on his neck and smiled warmly: "Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. Survive, wait for me. Remember to wait for me..." After that, his hand dropped. The woman shook him like crazy and cried miserably, "No! I don't want to wait!!! Wake up quickly..." The blood still flowed out from the chest of the man in white like a dam bursting. The whole clothes were dyed red, and her white clothes were also covered with terrifying blood, desperate and hopeless. The blood started to spread from the soles of the feet, and the ground under the white locust tree was a bright red, wet like water all over the ground. She cried crazily, but no tears could be shed from the corners of her eyes, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from her chest. The woman kept crying until the white locust flowers withered and bloomed again. She still kept crying, faintly whimpering in despair.