Fang Yuan stared at his parents dead body, his feelings numb.
Then he whispered, "You promised you'd come back."
He didn't cry.
Instead, he clenched the jade ring his father had always worn and ran to find his brother.
He found Fang Tian in the courtyard, only eight years old, joyfully swinging a wooden sword, unaware of the storm that had shattered their world.
Fang Yuan walked over, embraced him tightly, and said with a trembling smile, "Tian, look at this ring. Isn't it beautiful?"
His brother beamed in respond, letting go of the wooden sword.
"Yes, Brother! Can I have it?"
Fang Yuan nodded. "Alright then. It's a bit too big, so I'll make it into a necklace for you."
He took the wristband he had made by hand, strung the jade ring through it, and tied it around Fang Tian's neck.
