" remember — no matter where, no matter when, no matter what the reason — one should never poke fun at death. "
the director picked up her bag. everything she ever wanted to see again was on the fate of her journey to wuwang hill. yet, also the time when she bid farewell to her grandfather.
it was just her, with liyue's moonlight glowing to illuminate the path through the hill.
as the time passed, one reached the " border ".
thus, this is one's place where sacrifices were made, the place where it separates life and death.
herself, she thinks of it the last time to part the soul of her late grandfather.
for two days, she kept holding onto hope. but hope itself let her down, as she finally arrived at her destination, her grandfather was not to be seen.
she wandered through weeping souls, through the darkness that remained silent, but no sight of her grandfather.
at that moment, in exhaustion, she closed her eyes for a sleep.
awaken in the next day, to be seen with lone souls around her clapping and jeering:
- " silly girl, why would old hu be here in all places ? "
the realizations struck to her. her grandfather's soul held no grief, and is to be passed on peacefully.
she smiled to herself, as she settled back.
" in the darkest of times, always live your life to the fullest. "
as she walked back to wangsheng, a feeling of relief was exhaled by her breath.
" farewell, grandfather. "