Under a starlit night, the seven people stargazing in the temple's courtyard—originally consisting of myself, Liang Ze, Feng Lintian, Xu Zhi, Shen Zidan, Qian Chi, and Huzi—had now changed to myself, Feng Lintian, Liang Ze, Shen Zidan, Xu Bai, Chairman Ding, and Shang Wu.
The cold winter wind kept everyone wide awake, especially the four of us: myself, Feng Lintian, Liang Ze, and Shen Zidan.
Through the deep frames of his glasses, Liang Ze wore deep affection on one side and the brilliant starlight on the other. "I've seen off Qian Chi, Zhi, my uncle, A Yang, and Master Fang. Back then, Qian Chi asked whether people really turn into stars after they pass away, and Zhi said we must learn to face the deaths of ourselves and our loved ones. All those words still linger in my ears, but the people counting the stars and remembering the departed have already changed to a new generation."
Chapter 445