The Autumn Water Leaves No Trace, and the Flowers Bloom and Fall in the Fleeting Years.

Many years later. On a summer afternoon, Mo Liunian was picking up rose flowers in the courtyard with his seven-year-old son. When he looked up and saw his wife preparing fruits in the kitchen, he remembered the Gu Xiyan who was surrounded by loneliness in the cemetery many years ago and made him feel distressed. Liunian thought to himself: Yanyan, my Yanyan, my wife.