An unnamed small town.
Yun Tang leisurely watered the vegetable patch.
By the time she had dealt with the miscellaneous chores in the little courtyard, an hour had already passed.
It was practically an old person's pastime for killing time.
Growing flowers was just like fishing.
Only those within the mountain could understand its hidden wonders.
She sat on the stone stool at the very center of the courtyard.
Before her lay a small notebook recording her recent conversations with her daughter.
Her daughter always shared her life with her.
For instance, what she had done that day.
And what happy activities she had enjoyed.
All of a sudden, her gaze shifted to a small pit in the courtyard.
Plant a tree.
Since there was a pit left behind, she ought to plant something in it.
Whenever she saw that pit in the ground ahead, she recalled the sight of her daughter stamping her feet in fury.
Little Little had become even more adorable after growing up.
Even when she was angry, it was hard for anyone to find her truly fierce.
Her son-in-law's panicked appearance back then, as though he wished he could immediately kneel and apologize and explain himself, remained vivid in her mind.
Whenever Yun Tang recalled it, she could not help but find it a little amusing.
Perhaps there would be another man afraid of his wife.
Watching young people fall in love was quite interesting.
"Little Little's dad."
"Little Little lacks nothing now, except a little fatherly love."
"I hope you can hear these words in heaven."
"May you, as a spirit in heaven, watch over our Little Little."
Although Ye Qingxian had promised that there might be a chance to revive Little Little's dad in the future.
She had never fully taken it seriously.