You were with your lover, Dan Heng, sitting on the sofa cuddled up with each other when you ask him a question: "Would you still love me if I was a rock?".

Dan Heng hears this and chuckles a bit before bringing his hand up to pat your head, a gentle smile on his face.

"Why are you asking a silly question?"

Months pass, and he found out why. You were terminally ill, laying on a hospital bed with ventilators and strings attached to every part of you.

Dan Heng sits there, holding your hand and trying to fight off his tears.

"Yes, I'd love you even if you were a rock."

He says, his voice cracking as he knows, you both know that you'll be finally resting soon, with a carved rock, a tombstone.