The Heroes' Memorial recorded the names of Pati natives who had made outstanding contributions and deserved to be remembered by the world.
Dio looked up and spotted a familiar name among the countless tiny names, as numerous as the stars: Cheadle Yorkshire.
Not far below hers was another name bearing the same surname, carved there even earlier: Sherlock Yorkshire.
"My name was carved here the year before last. My father's went up about twenty years before mine."
Cheadle gazed at that name a little absently. The last time her father had brought her here, he had even picked her up so she could see it clearly.
"He probably has no idea-"
Something seemed to come back to Cheadle, and her voice sank a little. Seeing this, Dio said softly, "He definitely knows."
"How do you know?"
There was a faintly petulant edge to Cheadle's voice, as though she refused to accept what Dio had said.
She had firmly decided that Mr. Yorkshire did not want to pay attention to her!
Otherwise, why had he gone so long without contacting her?
"Because, look. There's no dust at all on that name."
Dio pointed at [Cheadle Yorkshire], which was clearly different from those around it.
The other names carved around it all held varying amounts of dust and stains left by the elements.
Only that name had no dust gathered in the grooves of its strokes. One glance was enough to tell that someone wiped it clean regularly.
Cheadle froze, then looked up carefully. It was actually true!
Her mother never liked going out. Who else in all of Pati City would wipe her name so carefully?
Suddenly, Cheadle's mood brightened again. She became lively all at once, like a white azalea in full bloom.
But out of her sight, the golden