I glanced at the time; it was already 5 p.m.

I sat in front of the three people's graves, leaning against a big tree, exhausted. I took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, lit one, and took a deep drag.

I stood before the three graves, at a loss for words.

I thought I could say something encouraging, but I couldn't. I could only watch them quietly, finish my cigarette in silence, and stick the butt into the snowdrift next to me, listening to the crackling sound.

I didn't say a word. I got back to the car, turned on the heater, and after it got warm, I changed into a clean set of underwear. I felt much more comfortable.

I lay in the car, not worried about anyone coming back. Even if someone did come, I wouldn't care.

However, just in case, I drove the car to a secluded place, turned off the engine, and looked out the window at the sunset. I felt very tired.

The moment I closed my eyes, I fell asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night. I checked the time and it was 2 a.m. I went outside the car and a gust of cold wind hit me, making me shiver.

After checking that everything seemed alright, I felt relieved and climbed back into the car, wrapped my coat tighter around myself, lay down in the back seat, and drifted off to sleep.

...

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

I woke up again, this time fully awake. After making some preparations, the sky was completely bright.

I got out of the car, came to the three graves, and said, "I'm leaving now. I'll come back to see you after I kill Zhou Liang."

(End of this chapter)