Sweet As Honey

Although the sky was clear, it was still very cold on the mountain. Ye Jian, who was leaning against the tombstone, didn't feel cold at all. After she finished speaking, the sun started to warm up.

The winter sun faded at around 3:30 pm. Ye Jian closed her eyes and sat for a while. Then, she moved her stiff legs and slowly stood up. She went to the tomb and kowtowed three times before getting up to leave.

A ray of sunlight shone through the clouds, landing in front of the tombstone of Martyr Sun Xueqing. The bright sunlight illuminated the old black and white photo. The person in the photo, who would forever be frozen in her youth, had bright eyes and a smile that seemed to deepen.

After taking a few steps, Ye Jian turned around again. She saw the photo on the tombstone that was shining under the light. It was as if the mother and daughter had moved beyond life and death. They looked at each other affectionately.