The woman turned into a narrow path.
Bushes grew thickly on both sides, and the plants and trees were lush.
Dappled sunlight fell on the path ahead of them and on their bodies.
It added a little warmth to the otherwise tranquil atmosphere.
"The scenery here is nice."
The man with glasses looked around and remarked.
"That's right."
The woman was slightly out of breath. "This is a blessed place."
"Otherwise, Zhang Village wouldn't have chosen it as their burial ground."
"A blessed place...?"
Xiao Xiao looked up and murmured to himself.
Above them, a dense tangle of crisscrossing leaves and branches blocked the view from below.
"What?"
The woman had vaguely heard Xiao Xiao say something and turned to look at him. "Mr. Xiao Xiao, what did you say?"
"Nothing."
Xiao Xiao shook his head. "Are we almost there?"
The woman didn't give it much thought.
She looked ahead. "Yes, we'll be there soon."
Rong Rong's grave is just ahead.
"We're here."
The woman stopped, her gaze fixed on the gravestone ahead. "Mr. Xiao Xiao, this is Rong Rong's grave."
She had cried just two days ago.
Standing before the gravestone again today, she felt that her eyes were terribly dry.
She looked up at the sky, mostly obscured by wildly growing branches, with only a small patch visible.
The azure blue lifted her spirits.
It had been stormy and dark on the way here.
The weather was so fickle.
Just like people's fates.
No one knew what they might face next.
Even death could come without warning.
After staring blankly at the sky for a while, she turned to Xiao Xiao. "Mr. Xiao Xiao—"
"Wait!"
The man with glasses interrupted her.
"Wh—"
The woman started to ask, but saw him raise a finger to