Ten years later.

Time is like a pair of invisible hands. The impassable gullies of the past have been ground into a pile of fine sand, slowly flowing into the depths of memory.

The present Nan Tao is no longer the thin and small girl.

She stands tall with outstanding temperament, finally entering the cemetery and following the mountain path to find a tombstone.

The black and white smile on the tombstone has been forever frozen from ten years ago.

Nan Tao wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes, as if releasing the greatest suppression in her heart:

"Sister didn't commit suicide... "

"She was pushed down..."

She looked at the gentle and kind smile on the tombstone, recalling the last day she met her brother before his execution. She cried, her shoulders trembling slightly, "It shouldn't be you lying here..."

- The End -