Two days after the attack on Pu'er, in the mountain forest outside the town.
Qian Cangyi stood in front of an elm tree, the sunlight warmly shining on the right side of his body.
In front was a new grave, upon which stood a stone tablet engraved with the word 'Pu'er'.
The sky's colorful clouds drifted slowly, brilliant and colorful; the trees on the ground were lush green and flowers bloomed vividly; however, Jiang Li, standing in front of the grave, was dressed in black, wearing white gloves.
Jiang Li bent down, placing a white rose on the new grave. At that moment, she wasn't crying nor smiling; her expression was usual but carried a heavy as iron sadness that couldn't be dispelled.
