87日后,温竹君和霍云霄坐在一起,正好是七月初旬。温竹君说:“昨天我给了你一个礼物,你用它给了人家,别再用了。”霍云霄把包裹掏出,拿出一张纸和一根金丝绸,他认真地看了一遍后,将绸交到温竹君手中,另一张纸他扔进火里。温竹君看到那张纸,是自己当初给的钉子,他一面不甘于丢下,不甘于让霍云霄这把锋利的刀割过自己一面又怕霍云霄一不小心就再次受伤,他只能看出个不甘心,最后转身去给小妻子。霍云霄看到温竹君背影,微微叹气,他想:“她果然是这样一个人,我该有多感慨。”
那天,七月初旬的阳光照射在霍云霄和温竹君之间,像是在承认他们的复杂情感。Warmsunbeamsilluminatetheintricatedanceoftheiremotions,astheysattogetheronawarmsummerday.Theairwasfilledwiththesweetscentofbloomingflowers,andthesoftchirpingofbirdsprovidedasoothingbackgroundmelody.
霍云霄把包裹掏出,拿出一张纸和一根金丝绸,他认真地看了一遍后,将绸交到温竹君手中。Warm竹君的眼睛已经不再是原来的柔弱的色调,它现在已经有了新的深度。他看到那张纸,是自己当初给的钉子,他一面不甘于丢下,不甘于让霍云霄这把锋利的刀割过自己一面又怕霍云霄一不小心就再次受伤。
他看出个不甘心,最后转身去给小妻子。温竹君走了,而霍云霄仍然盯着那张纸,他不能理解为什么它会让他感受到这样多的情绪。霍云霄想:她果然是这样一个人,我该有多感慨。
温竹君的背影消失在距离不远的房子里,留下了空虚的感觉。他知道自己曾经说过“你必须用你的生命证明你对我爱我”,但现在,他却觉得自己的生命不够。Warmsunbeamscontinuetoilluminatethescene,apoignantreminderoftheloveandsacrificethatbindsthesetwocharacterstogether.
霍云霄的心情在这天似乎就像是在被拉长,他的感受没有之一,正如温竹君的看法。Warmairenvelopshim,aphysicalmanifestationofhisemotionalstate.Hefeelslost,yetsomehowfoundinthedepthsofhisownsorrow.
Thesilencethatfollowsisoppressive,aheavyweightthatpressesuponbothcharacters.It‘sasiftheworldhascometoastandstill,waitingforthemtomaketheirnextmove.Warmlightcontinuestocastitsgoldenglow,abeaconofhopeinthemidstofuncertainty.
Astheysitthere,twopeoplewhohavebeenthroughsomuchtogether,it‘shardnottowonderwhatthefutureholdsforthem.Willtheyfindhappinesstogether,orwilltheirlovebetornapartbytheforcesthatseektodestroyit?Onlytimewilltell,butonethingiscertain:theirloveisstrongenoughtowithstandeventhemosttryingofcircumstances.
Thescenefadestoblack,leavingbehindonlythesoundofcricketschirpinginthedistance.Warmsunbeamscontinuetoshinedownonthetwocharacters,aconstantreminderofthelovethattheyshare.Andasthenightfalls,theyareleftalonewiththeirthoughts,wonderingwhattomorrowwillbringforthem.