The setting sun dyed the horizon red. In the east sets the sun, while in the west it rises. The same scene, yet two different sentiments unfold.
The sunrise brims with vitality, but the sunset, it forever carries a desolate flavor.
The setting sun is infinitely beautiful, but it heralds the coming dusk.
Nan Tian strode forth with long steps, accurately locating Jian Wan's grave. The photo on the headstone showed Jian Wan in her youth. Back then, she shone bright like the spring sun, attracting a host of admirers wherever she went.
Including him.
Regrettably, they ultimately were not fated to be together. He couldn't even manage to see her one last time.
This time, it took a great deal of effort just to come to Jiangcheng to see him.
"Ah Wan..." As Nan Tian removed his sunglasses, he bent over to place white lilies in front of her tombstone, softly calling out and sighing deeply, his breath carried away by the breeze.
"I've finally come to see you. Do you... blame me?"
