Chapter 9
Cheyne’s Side Story 3
It was Cher’s birthday again.
I held flowers and came to my parents‘ tombstone.
I wiped off the dust on it with my own hands.
There was a small tombstone next to them, without a name or a photo.
My heart suddenly ached for no reason. I gently touched the tombstone, tears falling without warning.
Drop by drop, my tears were like the wet rainy season, lingering throughout life.
[The end]
