So tired, really tired, that's it. Too much past, laughter, emotion, tears, revenge, conspiracy, and that afternoon when she secretly kissed him. Her heavy eyelids finally closed, and she was gone. Su Yuhan will no longer be in this world, just like the snowman that year. Only her memory can prove that it has been there, but will anyone prove that it has been there for her?
Looking at the past in the photos, the tree-lined paths we walked together, the movies we watched together, the bits and pieces we walked through together, those years, that woman named Su Yuhan, is now like an empty city, imprisoning him here forever.
Looking at the photos on the stone tablet, he gently wiped away the traces of the rain with a handkerchief. He remembered that she said she liked rain the most, because she came into this world with the sound of rain, and the rain witnessed her arrival, but also witnessed her departure.
In the hazy rain, one person and one monument tell the story of a period of silence.