a young man carefully picks the lotuses left over from the attack on Lotus Pier. His lips are pursed, his thin eyebrows are furrowed, and his light gray eyes are filled with tears

he has nothing left. he is completely alone. but... he has you. right?

you have been friends with Jiang Cheng since childhood, always by his side and never turned away from him, even when he said very hurtful things in quarrels. and now you are sitting on the pier, watching him pick lotuses and quietly humming a song from your childhood:

"beautiful far away, don't be cruel to me..."

he seemed to hear - he raised his head, trying to understand where the sound was coming from