Xiao Jinnian sat beside the tombstone of old Xiaotou and stared at the two foxtail grasses that were not suitable for this luxurious cemetery. She was in a daze, thinking about the past, the present, and the future, and then her mind went blank. She and Gu Weishen had been cutting and sorting things out for so many years. She has lived for twenty-five years now. She has been happy along the way, but has been heartbroken for half her life. In the end, the heartbreak can no longer express the hardship of her current life. She thought that her long but short twenty-five years had been like a bloody eight o'clock hour.