Dusk seeped through the cracks in the window, dyeing the pages of the book spread out on He Jin's lap into old gray.
Guanyu stood on the threshold holding a freshly picked daisy, the dew on the petals still reflecting the glimmer of light, "Ah Jin, look at the wild chrysanthemums in the back mountain blooming just right..."
The only response she received was stagnant air.
The footsteps stirred up the dead leaves on the corner of the table, and Guanyu stumbled to the desk. He Jin's fingertips were still resting on the line "People are thinner than yellow flowers" in "Shu Yu Ci", and his eyelashes cast tiny shadows under his eyes, as if he was just sinking into a long dream.
There was still a faint scent of jasmine on her neck, but she could no longer feel the rise and fall of her chest.
Daisies were scattered all over the ground, and Guan Yu suddenly laughed. The laughter hit the cold walls and shattered into sharp echoes. She turned around and ran towards the camphor wood box in the bedroom. The scuffing sound of the scabbard frightened the returning birds under the eaves.
When the blade of the knife penetrated her heart, she finally saw clearly the note pressed on He Jin's desk - the six words "I'm sorry, I love you" in still wet ink, painted with a gentle blood color by the setting sun.
"Ajin, we shouldn't be like this. It's more than this. I'm here to accompany you. You wait for me."
Mission: Work hard, love the country and the people
