The elders were gathered around the bonfire near the lake. Everything has been prepared according to his last wishes. Families, friends and relatives all gathered in white each with a flower in their hands. His brothers carried him to the wooden boat carefully placing him as if a bump will still matter. He is clothed in white, a color he has always favored because of its purity and calmness. The platinum band which he never took off since that night three years ago is still on his left ring finger. The ceremony began and it is not long until the boat is set afire and pushed to the lake. 

"You are truly free now, my dear son. You can now watch over him just like the way you have always told me you wished to do. Yixing, be his light. Be his light like what you have always loved to be."