The Past Is Over, This Life Is Peaceful

The white-haired old woman was sitting by the wooden window, her cloudy eyes looking into the sky in the distance, and her skinny fingertips were holding an old book with yellowed pages and frayed edges. The gentle spring breeze came in through the window, gently lifting the thin pages of the book. The portrait sandwiched between the papers was blown away by the wind, fluttering out of the window and falling into the clear lake downstairs. The portrait sank straight to the bottom of the lake. Suddenly, wisps of golden light like blue smoke rose from the bottom of the water, wrapping around the portrait layer by layer. The golden light wrapped the old image and sank to the bottom of the deep pool together, disappearing without a trace in an instant. The old woman's lips moved slightly and she murmured in a low voice: "Azhe, the waiting I promised in this life has finally been achieved. In the next life, I don't want to wait for you anymore."