One hundred seventy-six. Time and the earth will bury everything.

Dark red hid behind the clouds, and delicate rustling sounds emerged all around.

The branches were not swaying, there was no wind; the sounds came from raindrops hitting the wet ground.

It had started to rain.

Bang—

Lu Li opened the umbrella he carried with him and held it above his head, isolating the sound of the rain outside.

Some raindrops fell on Anna, but they were blocked by an invisible thin layer, unable to touch her soul.

It seemed that the sound brought Anna back from her memories. She put the drawing paper back into the wooden box and placed the box back into the pit.

"You can take it with you," Lu Li's voice came from behind her.

"No, forgetting is what allows me not to be sad anymore."

Anna, with her back to Lu Li, stood up as the piles of earth on either side automatically filled in, covering both the wooden box and the dirty doll that had rolled into the pit.

Time and earth would bury everything.