For the first time in my life, I can live luxuriantly and enjoy all the extravagances of wealth and rank, but now that I have it all, I understand that the only thing I truly desire is to gather again the three of us and share a simple bowl of cabbage soup.
But the past could not be changed and the what-ifs were set in stone; all that remained in the dust of this earth — tragedy.
The candle flickered and slowly died.
In the deep of the night.
Snow fell heavily like sheets of cotton and a thick blanket soon covered everything.
Feng Zhiwei walked silently wearing only a thin dress. The cold snow came up to her ankles and cut deep to her bones, but she ignored it all. There was nothing colder than her heart.
She was asleep amidst the permafrost and the thick, rising snow, isolated and alone forever more.
"Zhiwei, wait for me."