Though the Purple Leaf Bodhi had long since withered, the little girl's habits never changed.
She still liked to share her secrets and little gossips with Zizi.
However, unlike the beginning, she changed "speaking" to "writing."
Like the last portrait, she recorded every little detail from around her, placed them in a box, and buried it underground.
She hoped that one day, when Zizi awoke from "hibernation," he would see every word she had said.
Time flew by, and eight years passed in the blink of an eye.
When the little girl finally grew into a graceful young lady.
The Purple Leaf Bodhi still hadn't awoken from "hibernation."
"Zizi, I'm leaving the Eight Desolates Divine Realm. I hope that when I return, you'll have grown taller than me."
For the last time, the young lady excavated the earth in front of the withered wood, placed a written letter in the box.
Her silhouette disappeared into the dazzling sunlight, the sky, a clear blue.
