when the first autumn rain fell, Song Yuanlin did not sit idle in the small apartment as he used to.

　　He answered a call, put on his coat, and went to the bridge to pick up a package.

　　He then arranged the tools from the package in an abandoned warehouse at the pier.

　　Dagger, axe, plastic cloth, tape...

　　He fiddled with them for several days, and then one dark and windy night, he used ether to drug the man who killed me.

　　Last month, Song Yuanlin helped him arrange for medical parole by using mental illness as an excuse.

　　He used the same method to hold Ji Dahai and his son hostage, forcing them to watch this bloody performance.

　　Blood sprayed onto their pale faces, creating an eerie red stain at the corners of their eyes.

　　Under the moonlight, Song Yuanlin looked like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.

　　He said, "Yang Yang, everyone who has hurt you will pay the price." I coldly laughed.

　　Haven't you been the one who hurt me the most? Soon, Ji Dahai and his son fainted in fear.

　　Song Yuanlin looked up at the moonlit sky and smiled, then threw away the weapon in his hand.

　　He didn't intend to kill them, but they would carry this pain and live in the shadow for the rest of their lives.

　　"Yang Yang, I have avenged you." "Can you see me now?" The wind howled outside the window.

　　The moon illuminated the earth.

　　Song Yuanlin waited for a long time but didn't get an answer.

　　He took out a cigarette and smoked it by himself.

　　"Is it not enough?" Amidst the smoke, the man smiled bitterly.

　　"Then wait for me." "When I come, I'll take you to see flowers, okay?" I had a bad premonition.

　　I followed Song Yuanlin numbly and arrived at Binhe Park.

　　The calm lake surface rippled, gradually submerging his figure.

　　The traveler had no hesitation.

　　"Why bother?" "I'm already dead." At this point, I couldn't bear it anymore, but he couldn't hear me speak.

　　Still step by step, staggering but determined to walk towards the deep water.

　　At the same time, my soul becomes lighter and lighter.

　　It seems that with a gentle touch, it will dissipate in the wind.

　　I know that my ties with the mortal world are about to be severed.

　　The wind is gradually picking up around me, and as I fall into darkness, time quickly rewinds.

　　I seem to see a young Song Yuanlin leaning against the phoenix tree.

　　He carefully hides the orange-flavored lollipop in his pocket.

　　My consciousness falls and I find myself back on the day when my mother and I moved into the alley.

　　A gentle aunt pointed to a little boy not far away and asked me to go play with him.

　　But this time, I shook my head.

　　If some stories are destined to be tragedies from the beginning, it is best not to start again.

　　That's how it is for me.

　　And for Song Yuanlin, it's the same.

　　If there is a bit of selfishness, it is that I hope in my next life I can be born into a good family.

　　Well-fed, well-clothed.

　　And most importantly, having loving parents who teach him - love yourself, love others.

　　Extra: Cheng Ming rarely loses sleep like this.

　　After being woken up by Aqiu for the third time, he decided to get up and take a look.

　　In the living room, he found Aqiu jumping up and down on the cat tree, looking particularly uneasy.

　　He thought it was because Aqiu hadn't gotten used to the new home yet, so he rubbed its furry head, then went back to sleep.

　　Later, when Cheng Ming recalled that night, he felt that Aqiu must have sensed something.

　　Song Yuanlin was dead.

　　He killed the murderer who killed Lu Yang.

　　He had always felt that Song Yuanlin had a sense of ruthlessness associated with committing crimes.

　　He never thought that he would actually commit such a heinous crime, even more vicious than he had imagined.

　　On the day they cleared his belongings, Secretary Yuan went with him.

　　They found a letter in the compartment of a drawer with the words "For Lu Yang" written on the cover.

　　Secretary Yuan asked him what to do.

　　Cheng Ming stared at the letter, and his eyes gradually became moist.

　　He sighed and said, "Give it to me.

　　In the afternoon, we'll burn it at the cemetery for Lu Yang." Secretary Yuan nodded and handed him the letter.

　　They had been classmates for three years, so he had some understanding of Lu Yang.

　　She spoke softly, a gentle girl.

　　Sometimes he would wonder how someone like Song Yuanlin could treat her like that.

　　He would intentionally call her into the office and make her watch him get close to other people.

　　At first, Lu Yang wouldn't hide her emotions and would show a little bit of unhappiness, and Song Yuanlin would scold her for being delusional.

　　But later, Lu Yang acted like she didn't care, and it was Song Yuanlin who became uncomfortable.

　　Cheng Ming had witnessed him getting angry multiple times because Lu Yang was talking to someone else.

　　Once, Lu Yang accompanied Song Yuanlin to a dinner party and was taken advantage of by a spoiled rich kid.

　　Song Yuanlin said, "If Little Chen likes you, I'll lend you to him for a few days." But after the dinner party, after seeing Lu Yang off, he trapped the person in the club and beat him up.

　　That possessive nature, Cheng Ming didn't believe that Song Yuanlin didn't love Lu Yang.

　　And during Lu Yang's suicide attempt, although Song Yuanlin didn't go to see her, he sat in the office all night.

　　After learning that she had been saved, he got himself drunk.

　　He would switch between saying "Nian Nian" and "Yang Yang" with his mouth.

　　From these two people, Cheng Ming clearly understood the meaning of the term "love and hate." He couldn't help but ask, "Why can't we let go of the past?"

　　"Sung Yuanlin opened his eyes, and through the blurry drunkenness, a hint of stubborn wakefulness could be seen.

　　'You don't understand, we can't get through this, never can.' When he loved someone, it was passionate and intense, and when he hated someone, he would spare no effort.

　　This kind of personality, in the business world, could be decisive, but when it came to emotions, it appeared excessively stubborn.

　　Cheng Ming couldn't understand why two innocent people, who were clearly alive, couldn't love each other properly.

　　But this question would never be answered by anyone.

　　Sung Yuanlin was dead.

　　In the evening, Cheng Ming went to the cemetery and lit the unopened letter in front of Yang's grave, burning it.

　　The flames devoured the pages.

　　Faintly, they illuminated a line of words on the tombstone.

　　'My wife, Luo Yang, born on the day when the Yang flowers withered, died in the year I loved her the most.' As for the contents of the letter...

　　perhaps, besides Luo Yang and Sung Yuanlin, no one will ever know."