In the end, all I remember is rushing toward him in a frenzy, reaching out to hold this man back. But no matter how tightly you grasp something, there will come a moment when you have to let go. And when I let go, the stars scattered across the sky screen vanished, at last revealing a gloomy, gray sky, roaring as if it would devour everything.
Today, in the end, I failed to hold on.
Today, my life was taken from me.
At the beginning of Hangzhou's autumn that year, I found him, but only temporarily. Near the end of Hangzhou's winter that year, I lost him, forever.
I took one step closer to him, and he took one step farther away from me.
Moving quietly, I helped the Silent Bottle sit up. His expression was peaceful, his face lifelike, as if he were only asleep. But he would never open his eyes again, never call me Wu Xie again, never embrace me again.
I whispered softly in the Silent Bottle's ear. I knew he could surely hear me.
"Zhang Qiling, wake up. Let's go home and sleep."
I watched his lips, hoping for the slightest movement, but there was none. He lay quietly in my arms.
It was snowing, the last snowfall of the year.
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