Following Plastic Bag, Yan Huan walked with his hands in his pockets to a barren stretch of mountain forest.
As far as the eye could see, everything was withered yellow.
Yan Huan had no idea how the seasons worked on this planet, but he had a feeling spring never came here.
The mountainside was covered in grave mounds of all sizes.
Looking at the little dirt heaps marked by wooden plaques, a strange thought suddenly came to Yan Huan.
He had said he wanted to see her grandpa, and Plastic Bag had brought him here.
"Could it be..."
"You're right," Plastic Bag said, her eyes dimming as she nodded slightly.
"Sigh. So this was your idea of happiness."
Looking at the graves ahead, Yan Huan silently pulled a bouquet of chrysanthemums from his clothes.
"Which one is your grandpa's? I picked these chrysanthemums last month. They're still pretty fresh, so I can just..."
"He really did like flowers. Maybe you could try heather flowers. He's wanted those for a long time."
Plastic Bag walked up to a grave mound, raised her leg, and kicked hard.
Crack—
The wooden plaque before the grave toppled over, making a mechanical sound like a switch being activated.
Yan Huan: "?"
Before his eyes, a crack split open in the center of the mountain, about wide enough for one person.
"Follow me."
Plastic Bag headed into the hidden passage first. Yan Huan followed closely, then glanced back at the crooked plaque. "Whose grave was that? Does its owner know you people treat it like this?"
"My great-grandma's."
"..."
After entering the passage, the air abruptly became damp, making Yan Huan pause.
"Huh? There's plenty of moisture in here."
Plastic Bag led the way, casually pulling a torch on the wall. The hidden door behind them