When the airline provided definitive news, Shen Mianmian didn't cry. She went before Fu Hua and Grandpa He, pleading for only one thing.
"Grandpa, Aunt Fu, I believe He Nan will come back, whether it's one year, two years, or even ten years. I'm willing to wait for him with the child. Please don't hold a funeral for him. He promised to take care of me for a lifetime, and I believe him. He has never broken a promise to me."
Fu Hua and Grandpa He felt immense heartache; they knew Shen Mianmian couldn't accept this blow—as they couldn't either.
Thus, they agreed to Shen Mianmian's request, and He Nan's name seemed to become a taboo on everyone's lips; everyone missed him, yet no one brought it up in front of others.
Five years later.
Shen Mianmian had a dream, in which a familiar voice kept calling her name, filled with an ineffable longing and sorrow. Shen Mianmian searched everywhere but found herself surrounded by white mist, able to see nothing at all.
