As soon as Wu Yun opens his eyes he knows he's no longer in the Ou household. He's walking towards that same tall weeping willow, with the canopy that falls to the floor like nature's lament. This time he can't see the swing between the gaps of the branches.
He's barefoot on the cool grass, and the moon limns everything in silver. All the stars in the sky have come out to light his path.
He rubs a fresh leave between his finger and a great feeling of homesickness overwhelms him. Wu Yun knows at once that this feeling belongs to Ling Yan and not to himself. He has no home to feel homesick about.
"A sad tree for a sad face," comes a voice from between the branches.
