C834 What Is Life
It was the last afternoon before I left Suzhou, as if to see me off. The sun was gently caressing the city in the cold winter. After tidying up my luggage, I took my beloved guitar with me. I went to the cemetery where Faang Yuan's ashes were placed.
My mood isn't that heavy, I just want to see him after I leave. Perhaps, he hasn't adapted to the other world yet, and now he's a little lonely..