The Qingming Festival has arrived, Xiao Lili is wearing black clothes and black pants, and her waterfall-like hair is pulled up high. She was no longer a maiden, her body had been defiled by wolves. Day after day, she matured. The face disappeared from innocence and romance, and hung with the heaviness and thinking of the years. She was already a woman. He came to Xiao Shanling's grave with paper money, looked at the grave pile with tender grass tips, and thought about his father-in-law's care for him before his death, and tears flowed out involuntarily. Now I have become the wife of an invader whose hands are stained with the blood of the Chinese people, in order to survive and for the dream in my heart. The massacre of the Japanese army in Nanjing for nearly three months finally came to an end, and on the day of the Qingming Festival, the cries of citizens who were lucky enough to survive were everywhere, and the air was filled with the smoke of burning paper money. On this day, the Japanese constantly drive away the crowds of worshippers. Gunfire rang out everywhere in the city.

Xiao Lili finished burning the paper in front of Xiao Shanling's grave and bowed deeply three times. Hang a wooden stick prepared in advance on red, red, green and green paper. If Lin Feng was alive, he would definitely come. She hoped that Lin Feng would sweep her father's grave with her. Today, Yuichi Onida wanted to come to worship with her, but he refused. He also shared in the death of her righteous father, and she did not want an executioner who slaughtered Chinese to stand in front of her righteous father's grave.

Xiao Lili finished burning the paper in front of Xiao Shanling's grave, stood up, and suddenly found that not far from Xiao Shanling, there was a wooden sign standing on a new grave, and the words Lin Feng's tomb were written on the wooden card. She couldn't help but be stunned, Lin Feng was really dead? A few tender green tips emerged from the mound, and the newly grown green leaves of the small pine tree at the head of the tomb were pointed, all pointing upward, like a green sharp knife, standing upright. Xiao Lili couldn't control her tears anymore, and suddenly involuntarily flowed down her beautiful face. Lin Feng is dead! Xiao Lili looked at the date written under the wooden plaque, which was February 13, 1938. She hated Lin Feng, but in the depths of her soul, Lin Feng's shadow was everywhere. No wonder in the past two months, Yuichi Onita has never mentioned Lin Feng's name. It turned out that Lin Feng was really dead. Who killed him? He is Sasaki's son-in-law and Mieko's husband. Xiao Lili has been in pain since she knew that she was Sasaki's daughter. She doesn't want such a Japanese father. It's been almost three months, and Sasaki and Mieko have disappeared as if they had evaporated from the world. Sasaki and Mieko were not in Nanjing, and Yuichi Onida, father and son, suddenly became the most important figures in Nanjing.

Xiao Lili walked to Lin Feng's grave and stood stunned for a while, tears dripping silently on the grassy ground in front of the grave. She didn't believe it was true, but she had to believe it. She bent down, her hands involuntarily grasping the loess on the grave, at this time, she really wanted to go into the mound of graves and see Lin Feng's face underground, she knew that it was a pile of white bones.

There was a drizzle in the sky, and the sound of firecrackers came and went. In the drizzle of Nanjing City after the slaughter, her body full of scars stood upright. She couldn't help but say, "Brother Feng, sister sees you coming." Tell me, who killed you? Is it Yuichi Onida? If it were him, I would kill him to avenge you! I don't believe you're a traitor! I hate you! I've scolded you! But I always love you in my heart! I don't know why? Tell me, what should I do? ”

"Let's go back! He deserves to die! Yuichi Onita suddenly stood behind her, holding an umbrella.