Synopsis
The first month after I left, Lu Jiangming was doing fine. The second month, he started having trouble sleeping. By the third month, he was trying to find me.
The problem is, I'm already dead. He just doesn't know it yet.
—No matter what kind of person you turned out to be, thinking of you still makes me smile. But you're like a night breeze — I was never able to hold onto you. You were also the thing I couldn't let go of.
Goodbye, Mr. Lu.
