The moment Liang Shanbo's grave exploded, I understood everything.

It's over.

This is the end.

We were played with, entertained by it, until death.

I looked at the fluttering green butterfly and thought how pitiful humans are, entangled by desires and suffering throughout their lives.

I looked at Ma Wencai, who was holding me and crying, tears also welled up in the corners of my eyes.

My consciousness... slipped into the abyss.