Grave is not alone

Jiang Xiao and Catherine flew all the way to the northeast, passed through a forest, followed the flowing river, and flew in the direction of the coastline.

The sky was getting dark, and the sun was setting.

The dark red clouds of fire dyed the distant horizon red, adding a special charm to the beautiful scenery of the peninsula.

It was at this time that Jiang Xiao and Catherine saw a small wooden house standing on the cliff.

The wooden house faced the sea, and in the backyard of the wooden house was a sea of flowers.

Amidst the sounds of waves hitting the rocks, Jiang Xiao's Catherine slowly stopped in mid-air and looked down.

In his line of sight, behind the slightly dilapidated wooden house was an extremely beautiful sea of flowers.

Among the flowers, there was a white-haired old lady standing with her head lowered and her hands behind her back.

Her clothes were very ordinary and a little masculine.