"If we don't meet in front of the mountain, don't meet behind the mountain." These were the last words Lu Che left to Bian Si. Bian Si held the slightly yellowed letter paper and read these words carefully over and over again. "The deceased is gone, sir, it's better to let him go as soon as possible." Bai Wenxuan tidied up everything in the ward, his face was calm, but his fingers were shaking slightly, as if he was suppressing his emotions. "He's gone." Bian Si looked up at the ceiling and sniffed. He wanted to cry loudly, but the boy disappeared. "I can never find this boy again." The vision suddenly became blurry.