The wind bell sounded gently at the door. Ding Yiyi looked out of the window. Song Mengjie crossed the road. Her jeans shirt was agitated by the wind.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting, only that the sunset had disappeared outside the window and the night had covered the earth. She got up and lifted her paralyzed legs and went out mechanically.

"Please go to the cemetery."

In the cemetery, the gatekeeper recognized Ding Yiyi and let her go. A tombstone stood alone on the left side of the church, and his right side was the tombstone of a famous writer in China.

The tombstone was already...