On the last day, you spent it with Lin Guang.
Because you knew Lin Guang's temperament and feared his impulsiveness, you chose to accompany him to the very last moment.
You had finished the work of infusing life energy several days ago. Today, you were aging at a visibly rapid pace.
Underneath the ginkgo tree, the petals danced freely in the wind. You looked into the distance, glimpsing the vast expanse of the sky.
"What are you thinking about?" Sitting in the wheelchair, your voice had become weathered.
"I'm thinking... I want to die with you in the end," Lin Guang said, "Don't try to stop me."
You didn't know how to describe the look in his eyes.
Fallen leaves, crushed branches, the pupils of crows, the sludge in the lotus pond, shadows, a jug of strong wine.
No description could suffice.
