A barren grave stood there, and no one knew who lay buried within.
The autumn wind rose, stirring gauzy skirts like riverside willows waving their hands.
Before that barren grave, a lone figure stood...
Ji Shuang gazed at the barren grave before her, then silently lowered her head to look at a weed growing from a crevice in the stone in front of it.
Ji Shuang crouched down, intending to pull it out, but withdrew her hand at the very last moment.
It seemed she had seen her own reflection in that weed and could not bear to do it.
A Hairpin shimmering with myriad colors hovered beside Ji Shuang, circling her without pause...
"Is this where my real mother is buried?" Ji Shuang turned to look at the Hairpin.
The Hairpin gently bobbed back and forth, as though nodding.
Ji Shuang looked at the barren grave before her again and stood dazedly for a long time. Strangely, she had no feelings for the person in the grave, yet she still felt somewhat sad.
Ji Shuang withdrew her gaze and said nothing for a long time.
A cool wind blew, and she seemed to have grown considerably...
She was still as pure and white as before, yet she felt she had lost so much.
"Fa... do they know about this place?" Ji Shuang asked.
The Hairpin swayed from side to side, as though answering Ji Shuang, "They do not."
They did not know, so who had buried her loved one...
Ji Shuang did not ask. She merely nodded gently, then turned around blankly and saw a Red Mulberry Tree on a distant hilltop.
Ji Shuang set off, walking for a long time before she reached the Red Mulberry Tree.
A gentle breeze blew against the red mulberry, making it rustle.