Ji Ziyang could have had a wonderful future.
For a child who had neither a father's affection nor a mother's love, finding his way because of a beautiful, innocent romance was no easy thing.
Yet Ji Ziyang had still died for no apparent reason.
Sometimes, fate was just that unpredictable.
After hearing Ji Ziyang and Xu Hui's story, I found myself moved by the pure affection between the two youngsters.
I felt that Ji Ziyang was no delinquent. He was a spirited young man, resplendent in fine clothes atop a gallant steed!
It was just such a shame...
"So your wish is to keep protecting Xu Hui?"
Even Song Xiaotian was moved and could not help asking.
Ji Ziyang lowered his head, looking ashamed. "I can't protect her anymore. I'm already dead... Just like earlier, I couldn't, I couldn't protect her at all..."
"That's because you're already dead," I said. "The living and the dead walk different paths. If you don't have any wishes left, go where you belong."
Ji Ziyang looked at us. "I still have a wish. The fountain pen I bought for Xiaohui-I can't find it. It's the only thing I can leave her. Could you help me find it and give it to Xiaohui for me?"
Even now, this boy was still thinking about that fountain pen.
"Does Xu Hui know you're dead?" I asked him.
Ji Ziyang shook his head. "Probably not..."
"When we give Xu Hui the pen for you, do you want her to know you've passed away?"
Ji Ziyang thought for a long time before finally shaking his head. "Better not tell her. It'll affect her studies. Just tell her... I went away to work."
I nodded. "All right. Your belongings might still be with the Traffic Police Team, but they might