Qingyuan Temple.
A fine rain blurred the air, drifting down in scattered sheets.
Xiao Qiushui, dressed in a plain long robe, arrived before an inconspicuous grave in a corner of Qingyuan Temple.
Her five fingers slowly stroked the inscription on the tombstone, and a deep sorrow gradually surfaced in her eyes.
She knew that lying below was her last kin in this world.
And now, her last kin had left her too, gone from the world forever.
At this moment, she suddenly felt incomparable regret.
Regret ten thousand times over.
Regret that she had made that choice back then.
To the side, an elderly monk stood quietly beneath a locust tree, letting the shattered petals fall onto him without making the slightest sound.
A moment later.
Sensing that the atmosphere was gradually growing oppressive, that even the air seemed to have become heavy, he could not help glancing at Xiao Qiushui before him.
"Younger sister, I was wrong!" At this moment, Xiao Qiushui's fingers brushed over those three words on the inscription, her eyes filled with sorrow.
"What severing the seven emotions and six desires, what Supreme Forgetfulness! Your elder sister failed. Your elder sister didn't do it! Your elder sister was wrong too!!"
"Your elder sister shouldn't have let you go off alone to your death, only for you to be buried after death in some remote corner of a temple, becoming a homeless, wandering ghost!"
"Don't worry! Your elder sister will take you home!!"
The low murmur fell, and the surroundings returned to silence. The atmosphere became even heavier.
The fine rain drifted down in scattered sheets, adding several more notes of sorrow.
The elderly monk looked at Xiao Qiushui leaning against the stone tombstone, her face pressed to the rain-damp inscription, and still remained silent, as if