"I really don't know about her past, her background, or the purpose of approaching me. But when I knew all the truth, she didn't say goodbye and quickly disappeared into my world, as if she hadn't been in my life. Cui Zhiyou said slowly.

"Everyone in the world seems to live according to his own will, but these wills do not necessarily come from himself. A lot of self-will seems to be above oneself – carrying a whole bunch of fragile and complex things: the past, dreams, and even responsibilities. Qi Luoling stared at him tightly and said.

Choi Ji-woo chuckled, put the disc out of the drawer, and continued to say calmly, "For a long time, I lived in pain. For me, the whole point of life is to find her and get revenge on her. When I found her, she was dead. What an irony of life. Once I lost my purpose in life, I didn't know how to live. I think about this question a lot. Is it easier to die like her, or is it easier to live like I struggled to live? I doubt that there is any truth in the world. Everyone has their own set of philosophies. Soon, I picked myself up, and for me, I had to live. There are some people who live in this world with their own unique mission. Just as Moses was chosen by God, today you and I are chosen by fate. The difference is that Moses' mission was to lead the Israelites out of Egypt, and my mission was to maintain the Tsui family's hundred-year curse on the Dun family, and yours is on a mission to break that curse. “

Qi Luoling's heart was cold, and the waves were surging, and it seemed that many questions had been answered.

"You must be thinking that our mission is contradictory, and we can still talk together calmly." Choi Ji-woo smiled and looked at her with very unusual eyes.

Qi Luoling was about to say something, but Cui Zhiyou suddenly made a quiet movement towards her mysteriously.

The cold wind shuttled back and forth through the window, and the two of them were silent for a long time.

"I just heard the music played by the Jewish piano teacher, what is it called? I don't remember exactly, but this piece of music, like Mozart's mass, has a religious atmosphere and gives a sense of salvation for the soul. The second winter since the Jewish piano teacher disappeared, I buried something I wanted to forget in a corner of the garden. Spring came, and the corners were covered with unknown flowers and plants, but nothing grew out of the area where the things were buried. Do you want to know what I'm buried? “

Qi Luoling nodded.

"Then you come with me." Cui Zhiyou stood up slowly, crutches his cane, and walked downstairs very uneasily.

The garden was overgrown with weeds, tall and short, and a gust of wind blew, twisting its body slightly. Choi Ji-woo walked slowly towards the deepest part of the garden with difficulty. Qi Luoling wanted to step forward to help, but she restrained her impulse, the distance between them was necessary to maintain each other's existence.

After a few minutes of walking, you will come to the northwestern corner of the garden, where the vegetation is at its most luxuriant. Cui Zhiyou stopped his pace, turned his head, and said to Qi Luoling: "The place where things are buried is in this bush of plants, and when you walk in, you will see the ground where no grass and trees grow." There's something yours down there. “

After saying that, Cui Zhiyou turned his head, turned around and walked back in the direction of the house.

Qi Luoling looked at his back and walked away, turned his head, and continued to walk forward. The stiff stems of the plant cut across her skin, and the pain disappeared in an instant, and the blood flowed out little by little. Qi Luoling's anxious mood did not notice that he had been injured. The faster and faster pace made her body lose her balance and almost fall down.

Walking through the lush weeds, Qi Luoling finally saw the clearing in the middle of the weeds. She slowly crouched down. It's a very ordinary piece of ground. The ground was brown and the soil was moist, but not a single plant grew, and it seemed that all the breath of life had disappeared here.

Qi Luoling looked around, and there happened to be a small tile next to it. She picked it up and dug hard. Thankfully, it had rained last night, and the soil was soft, and it wasn't long before she felt the tiles touch something hard. Soon, a black wooden box gradually appeared in front of her eyes.

This wooden box looks like a delicate little house, with a roof and square sides. Qi Luoling's heart sank, this wooden box was very similar to a thing. She wiped the surface of the wooden box clean, and sure enough, there was a black and white photograph in the center of the wooden box, which was mutilated and broken, and the only woman she could identify was identified. There is a clear line of text underneath the photo.

Qi Luoling was stunned, and tears were left silently.