The fleeting years slipped silently past the two of them, beautiful and dreamlike, carrying their hearts away. Their love for each other was so innocent. Lan Yupiao's deep attachment to Aierhe, and the longing kindled by her affection, made her heart soar. They lived on in those intoxicating days.
The weather was clear and warm on Tuesday. Aierhe gazed out the window at the slanting branches and drifting peach blossoms, feeling no regret at all. He turned back to the letter from Lan Yupiao on the table, picked up his gun, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger.
The clock hands pointed to 12:20 p.m. Aierhe ended his young life.
