She even put on a teary-eyed expression, looking deeply moved. "Cong Yu! We'll be best friends for life!"
As Yaochuan Guang emotionally and enthusiastically tried to snuggle up to him, Cong Yu held one hand against her face to keep her at a distance. "Don't hug me. That wool scarf is making me itch!"
It was not really that itchy. He was just afraid Yaochuan Guang would start licking him...
"Hehe—"
Yaochuan Guang smiled as she looked around for the way. "Cong Yu, aren't you going to ask why I brought you here?"
Cong Yu curled his lip at the question. "I'm guessing you came to visit your parents' graves, but I don't know why you brought me along."
Naturally, Cong Yu had guessed. There were two bouquets in Yaochuan Guang's backpack... and nobody came to a cemetery to play.
"So Cong Yu already knew... Mm, today is my parents' death anniversary. I found them. Wait for me, I'll be quick."
As she spoke, Yaochuan Guang hurried toward two gravestones.
The inscriptions read "Grave of Yaochuan Koichiro" and "Grave of Yaochuan Haru." As expected, they were Yaochuan Guang's parents.
Yaochuan Guang respectfully placed the flowers down, then chatted with her parents... that was the artistic way of putting it.
In truth, she was talking to her parents' gravestones by herself.
It was mostly things like [I've been doing well lately, and I've made new friends, so you don't need to worry down there].
Cong Yu did not listen. Instead, he looked around...
The paths were lined with densely packed gravestones. Rows upon rows of identically shaped tombstones created a solemn, serious atmosphere.
Quite a few people had come to pay their respects that day.
And interestingly, many of them had probably died in the same incident as Yaochuan Guang's parents.