The next morning.

When I woke up, I found that the black phone had somehow appeared on my bedside.

Underneath the phone was a white envelope.

The bizarre events of last night resurfaced in my mind. I got up and quickly searched the apartment.

The door lock and windows were all as usual, with no signs of anyone breaking in.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, I called my parents multiple times, but their phones were turned off.

I collapsed back onto the bed, tears streaming down my face.

Grabbing the envelope, a piece of paper folded in half with a greenish-black totem fell out in front of me.

The totem was identical to the one that once appeared on my ex-fiancé.

There was a line of familiar handwriting below the totem.

"If you want to know the answer, come to Baijingyu soon to find me."

The answer?

I stood there dumbfounded for a moment, then quickly got up and took a taxi to the cemetery.

The man in the photo on the tombstone was still smiling, and beneath the tombstone lay a few bunches of wilted black roses.

Those were roses I had placed there a month ago.

A requiem for my dead love.

I came to the cemetery every month. Over the year, apart from the photo on the tombstone getting a bit aged, nothing seemed to have changed much.

Frequent visits made me somewhat familiar with the caretaker.

I asked him a few questions. Over the past year, besides my parents and me, no one else had ever been here.

"Heh."

Staring at the tombstone for a long time, I decided to book a ticket to Baijingyu.

Soon after I left, the caretaker walked over.

The caretaker was a man in his 60s who always wore a pair of vintage black-framed reading glasses, which covered most of his face.

Strangely, it was hard to make out his exact appearance.

He fanned himself with a woven hand fan, and beneath those vintage black-framed glasses, his eyes, filled with the trials of time, held a faint hint of malice.

He looked at the black phone that had appeared in his hand and chuckled deeply.