"Go home?" She twitched the corner of her mouth forcefully. "I don't have a home anymore, Zhong Tan. I don't have a home anymore."
She stood in front of the tombstone for a long time, leaning down to touch the inscription: "You always say you are two years older than me, but now I am as old as you."
She stood on the wall of Kuicheng, looked back in the direction of Wu Ling, and slowly knelt down.
As soon as she thanked her parents for their upbringing, she knocked her head against the hard bricks of the city wall of Kuicheng, making only a dull sound.
Thank you for your brotherly friendship.
He bowed three times to pay homage to his old friend and bid farewell to his homeland. He raised his bleeding head and from now on he was only called Samir.