The girl left.
It was only after she left that Hui San remembered that he had never known her name. However, this was not important. What was important was that Hui San felt as if he was about to have an answer.
This answer was not what he had thought about the first time. Why was the Sky Not White? Instead, it was the question that the girl had asked him before.
“If the sky was never white, what would you do? Continue to watch and wait until it rotted away?”
Hui San had thought about this question for a very, very long time. He was about to have an answer, but he thought that it would not take too long for him to have an answer.
However, in the following years, as time passed, a hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years... he realized that the girl’s figure in his mind had become heavier and heavier, until it turned into a very strange thought, very heavy and heavy, making him feel somewhat depressed.
