Duan Xi was standing there. I couldn't see his face clearly and couldn't guess what he was thinking. It was as if I had never understood him at all, or in other words, I had never known him at all. Even though we were married, I still don't know if he had ever loved me. But the kid told me that he had been sleeping with me on his knees for as many years as I had slept on Xuanbing Mountain, holding my hand tightly and motionless.