On the way back, Gu Yuan was already prepared to see Wen Fei for the last time.

But she didn’t expect that the last meeting had already happened...

Everything happened so suddenly. When Gu Yuan saw Wen Fei’s cold body covered with a white cloth, what came to her mind was not that she was finally free from Wen Fei’s shadow, but—

"Will you... meet again in another world?"

Perhaps they would meet again.

Perhaps Wen Fei would meet Gu Yuesheng, who had always been waiting for her, again in a different timeline of a parallel world.

They would start a new life, letting go of those painful memories and regrets, starting all over again.

Just... don’t suffer like this again.

...

Three tickets were booked.

One for Gu Yuan, one for Chi Yu, and the other for Wen Fei’s urn.

Gu Yuan brought Wen Fei’s urn back to the country, to the same cemetery as Gu Yuesheng, and she placed Wen Fei’s grave there.

The sky was always gray and overcast, with dense black clouds pressing down on the atmosphere, as if rain was imminent. The mist in the cemetery was heavy, and Gu Yuan, in a black dress, stood quietly in front of Gu Yuesheng’s tombstone. Not far behind was Wen Fei’s tombstone.

She had just come from Wen Fei’s grave to her father’s side.

Wen Fei’s death didn’t impact the Wen Family much.

The Wen Family had an ancestral hall and many members. Only Wen Fei’s parents and a few uncles and aunts came to take a look and then left in a hurry.

The Wen Family members were all rather indifferent, and sometimes Gu Yuan felt quite fortunate because her surname was Gu.

The sky grew darker and darker, and Gu Yuan didn’t know how long she stood in front of Gu Yuesheng’s tombstone until fine rain fell on her hair, cheeks, and arms. She looked up at the sky and suddenly realized, "...So it’s raining."

It seemed that whenever a new tombstone was added to the cemetery, it would rain lightly for several days.

The drizzle became denser, and Gu Yuan’s hair was like it was covered with a layer of fine white sugar.

Even her eyelashes had small drops on them. As she raised her hand to wipe her eyes, a shadow blocked the rain above her head. Gu Yuan glanced sideways and saw Chi Yu standing next to her, holding an umbrella.

He was dressed in a black suit, with an elegant and refined demeanor. Most of the black umbrella tilted toward her as he said, "Yuanyuan, it’s raining."

Yes, it’s raining.

"I have to go," she said to the black and white photo on the tombstone.

No need to look forward to that day every year anymore.

What she said to Wen Fei that day was to fool Wen Fei. Dad would never hate Wen Fei, neither in life nor in death.

Perhaps there is no eternal love in this world, but there is definitely eternal watchfulness.

Gu Yuesheng gave everything to protect Wen Fei.

Chi Yu held Gu Yuan’s hand gently, his palm dry and warm, "Let’s go."

Gu Yuan nodded, "Okay."

Outside the cemetery, a black business car was parked there, with Old Bai in the car watching over Suisui.

But little Suisui was a bit noisy. Old Bai had children of his own, so he was quite adept at minding Suisui.

"Mama."

Suisui saw her, her hands clinging to the car window, waving to her. Gu Yuan got into the car, and Suisui threw herself into Gu Yuan’s embrace, sticking to her, asking, "Mama, where did you go?"

This was perhaps Suisui’s favorite question to ask Gu Yuan.

Gu Yuan held Suisui in her arms, her throat choked with emotion, softly saying, "Suisui, mama doesn’t have a mom anymore."

Chi Yu, just about to close the car door, paused in his action.

He couldn’t fully empathize with Gu Yuan’s current emotions, but he knew how much was suppressed beneath her calm exterior.

He leaned in, resting his forehead against Gu Yuan’s to comfort her, "You have me, and Suisui, and many people who love you."

At that moment, the calm on Gu Yuan’s surface was suddenly shattered, and her emotions, no longer buried, made her eyes moist and red.

Scenes of her entanglements and past with Wen Fei replayed in her mind like slides. She carefully watched those images, her hand trembling slightly in an imperceptible manner.

Feeling helpless and lost, her trembling fingertips were tightly grasped by Chi Yu, who said, "Yuanyuan, look at me."

She looked at him, her hoarse voice trembling, "I don’t hate anymore... Chi Yu, I don’t hate anymore, no more hate..."

When there was hatred, everything felt vivid.

Without hatred, then truly... there was nothing left.

Chi Yu tightened his grip on her fingertips. The atmosphere inside the car was oppressive, all emanating from Gu Yuan. Even Suisui nestled quietly in Gu Yuan’s arms, not moving at all. Her mother’s phrase [mama doesn’t have a mom anymore] left Suisui confused, as at her young age, she didn’t understand what it meant.