That night, he buried her by the lake, beside the woman who came before.
When the morning sun rose, both graves were covered in the same kind of white flowers.
Together. The three of them, two women who loved the same man, one man who loved two women, were finally at peace in the earth and in memory.
The locals said that sometimes, if you walk by the lake at night, you can hear two voices humming the same song, one low, one soft, blending perfectly with the sound of the wind.
FADE OUT.
For a long moment, she simply sat there on the carpet, tears streaming down her face, her chest aching with the beautiful devastation of it all.
"Miss Tang?" Huo Wu's voice came from beside her, slightly hesitant. "Are you okay?"
She looked up at him, and he actually drew back slightly at the intensity of emotion in her eyes.
"I'm fine," she whispered, her voice thick. "I just..." She touched the laptop screen reverently. "I just found something extraordinary."
