On the sixth day of September, it is appropriate to put in the coffin, remove the clothes, complete the clothes, move the coffin, break the ground, bury, unveil and erect the monument.
She smiled and took the wine glass from his hand, looking at it carefully by the candlelight, as if admiring a rare treasure.
"Qi Yuran, have you ever loved me?"
The man in question looked at her steadily and said nothing.
She laughed suddenly and drank the wine in the glass.
"Ah, it's really good wine." She turned the glass upside down and shook it, "Look, not a drop is left."
"Qi Yuran, let's go. Look, I've finished all the wine."
"Qi Yuran, I hate you."
"Qi... Qi Yuran... Next... In the next life, don't see you again, don't... See you again..."
The sixth day of September in the Tianshun year.
That day was her twentieth birthday and also the day of her death.