Eventually, Song did not open the Pandora Box in July, but put the key back in the folder of the book and back on the shelf as if he had never seen it before. She can't, after all, open it.

That night, Song woke up at midnight in July, and I don't know when I would suddenly wake up in the morning. His arm was searching beside the bed, but no trace of him was found. She turned her head and saw that he was not at his side. Where will it go, and where will it be, is the small attic of the stairs, and he went in again....