Liang Yuan listened to her mumble, his face full of smiles.
This is probably what it means to be human.
Survival is not the only thing, not just living like the walking dead.
Each of us has our own thoughts in mind, only then can we live meaningfully.
They searched around the forest, and although they found some skeletons, there was no way to identify them.
Li Xiangyang buried all the skeletons without discrimination.
He couldn't tell which one might be Yang Weiwei, but he was afraid that one of them might be her.
So he had no choice but to bury them all together here.
He made a simple tombstone, bowed in different directions, and with red-rimmed eyes, said, "To all the deceased here, I don't know who you are. Today, I gather your remains not expecting anything in return, but if you happen to meet a girl named Yang Weiwei down below, please take care of her."
"As long as I, Li Xiangyang, am alive, I will come to pay my respects every year."
