Though his older brother He Yuguang passed away three years ago, every time he went in front of his gravestone, a heavy, indescribable pain crept into He Jichen's heart.
After a while, he calmed down as he repeatedly stroked the word "Guang" and spoke in a deep voice, "Bro, I've come to visit you."
He Jichen knew that nobody would reply, but he still quietly waited for a while before he continued, "Bro, how have you been? Let's not lie..."
He Jichen knew he would never in his life see He Yuguang scribbling replies on his whiteboard ever again. He lowered his eyes and gulped hard. Then he pulled his hand back from the gravestone, turned around and sat down on the ground. He rested his head on the gravestone and stared up at the sunny skies. He smelled the tobacco of a cigarette he lit up, and he slowly said, "...I've been good. I'm not lying... Really good. She woke up, and she's doing alright... How about you, Bro?"
He was met with silence.
