Many times in New York, in the dead of night, I saw my eldest brother sitting alone on the balcony in a daze, with several bottles of drained red wine on the table beside him, leaving only a lonely back figure, holding a photo of this woman named Xie Ningyun in his hand. My eldest brother never looked in front of others. The more this happened, the more curious I became. I stayed awake in the middle of the night. I often walked quietly behind my eldest brother and took a sneak peek. I also sneaked into my eldest brother's room quietly when he was not around to look through the information about this woman that my eldest brother had collected. There is a lot of information, and I once wondered whether my eldest brother was suffering from some symptoms of paranoia, otherwise why would he be so persistent with such an ordinary woman on the other side of the ocean.