547: Tomb (Part 2)

The most silent, Liang Haoming, picked up his second brother and carried him on his back before striding forward with hurried steps, his thin lips pursed, saying nothing.

Dong Huiying and Liang Zhichen had also followed.

A downpour descended from the sky. Liang Zhichen was covered in ink, the ink originally used to darken his hair dissolving and decomposing under the rain, revealing his pale, snowy hair that the ink had masked, bit by bit, gradually showing its true color.

On the mountain cemetery, Liang Haoming looked at the newly built grave mound, recalling how in their youth, someone had cursed their brothers as monsters for their towering statures, fearing no lady would want them when they grew up.

Once during Qingming Festival, while they were visiting graves, the eldest brother had said with a smile.

The brothers didn't need a woman to boss them around, they might as well live together all their lives and be buried with their father after they died.