Jiang Xiao and Catherine flew northeast, passing through a stretch of mountain forest. Following the surging river, they headed toward the coastline.
It was getting late, and the sun was setting.
The deep-red fire clouds dyed the distant horizon crimson, adding a special charm to the beautiful peninsula scenery.
At that moment, Jiang Xiao and Catherine saw a small wooden house standing atop a sea cliff.
The wooden house faced the sea, and its backyard was an entire sea of flowers.
Amid the sound of waves pounding against the rocks, Jiang Xiao and Catherine slowly stopped in midair and looked down.
Behind the slightly run-down wooden house was an ocean of flowers, beautiful to the extreme.
Among the flowers stood a white-haired old woman, her head lowered and her hands clasped behind her back.
Her clothes were plain and somewhat masculine.
The light-colored plaid shirt looked like a man's shirt. She had probably worn it for many years. Although it looked somewhat worn, it was very clean.
Anyone seeing the old woman for the first time would probably have just one first impression: thin.
She was far too thin, like a bamboo pole, as if a gust of wind could blow her over. The breeze carried the fragrance of flowers through the air. The waves rose and fell, bringing with them the salty dampness of the sea. Mixed with the floral scent, it formed a unique aroma.
The scene was already beautiful enough.
What made it seem even more desolate was the gravestone standing before the old woman, who had her head lowered and her hands clasped behind her back.
Beside the gravestone was another unusual grave. It seemed to have been dug only recently, with a pile of earth beside it, and nothing inside.
The old woman turned around