"I won't tell him. It would only cause hurt. This time will die with me." Xingchen confessed as he saw his house aside and felt that same horrible churning feeling of guilt. He checked his pocket and found his key, grateful it was still there. "Thank you for the ride and being so honest with me."

He smiled at Wei Wuxian, subdued but trying. "Perhaps one day we could go up the mountain. I can never return to Baoshan Sanren but there are gardens just beneath the mountains. It is said that the spirits of our people live there after death. Perhaps we could bring your mother a token."