Under the dim, flickering light of the snow, Qin Ying stood holding a torch, her expression dazed and vacant.
“You once said that the wind would carry the most important words of a person’s life into the valley of winds, hiding them. And when a person dies, the wind will bring those words back, carrying them in its whispers so that the living can hear them… But I’ve strained my ears so many times, yet I’ve never heard your words… Were you lying to me?”
There was no answer…
A bitter laugh echoed through the snowy land, mingling with the howling wind, adding to the sense of desolation and sorrow.
In the flickering light of the torch, Qin Ying’s face was illuminated, showing a hint of reproach.
“Tell me, were you lying to me all along?”
Still, there was no answer…
Qin Ying dropped the torch, staring blankly at the lonely grave before her, her tears falling…
Don’t worry, I will never leave in this lifetime… that smiling face remains so clear in her memory…
Qin Ying gave a bitter smile.
“Hahaha, you really did lie to me…”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
