"An'an, I'm so tired... I just want to sleep like this and never wake up again..."
"An'an, I have a song for you..."
He hummed softly, that summer soda filled with a confession, a song he never released until the end, his exclusive treasure, only sung for those he loved.
As he sang, his voice grew softer and more distant until it faded completely away.
The final note lingered in her ears, and Shen You'an felt as if the person in her arms had fallen into a peaceful sleep.
She knelt quietly on the ground, holding the sleeping person in her arms, gazing at the photo on the tombstone.
"Dad, I miss you so much."
Tears streamed down her face.
Just as Rong Xianning spent ten years obsessing over a single thought, she too was trapped by an obsession. She thought she'd let go, yet in this moment, seeing her father's funeral again, she crumbled in anguish.
Of all things, it had to be a funeral.
"An'an, I finally found you." Zhang Jian ran over with an umbrella, looking worried.
