Zhēng Yù watched Ēn Chén turn away. He was so far back he knew Ēn Chén couldn't see him, let alone the fact that he had worn a hat and all brand-new clothes.
He fondled the ring on the necklace around his neck, a habit he had taken up over the past few months. He knew it was stupid, a mistake that he had kept it. But he couldn't help himself after he had left the room and with his still bleeding hand, he had made his way back up the hill behind his parent's house, got on his hands and knees, and looked for the ring.
It was hard at first because he couldn't see through the rainfall of tears he couldn't stop shedding, but eventually. Just as the sun broke away and headed down the horizon line, just as the world tinted itself in an array of colors so beautiful, an artist would be jealous. He had found the little silver ring with its six winking diamonds in the grass near the roots. Covered in dirt, it was a little less perfect than before.
