The trees at South Mountain Cemetery were lush, and the ground was covered with neatly trimmed green grass, creating a serene and tranquil environment.
Ji Zeqiu held two bouquets of flowers as he walked on the bluestone path, the swaying breeze brushing across his cheeks, sweeping away his troubled thoughts of recently.
Perhaps he should have come here earlier; then he wouldn't have thought so much.
Following the path etched in his memory, he arrived in front of his parents' tombstone.
Because no one had visited for a long time, a layer of dust had accumulated there.
Ji Zeqiu squatted down, took out the handkerchief he brought with him, and gently wiped the tombstone, clearing the dust to gradually reveal the names inscribed on it.
Lin Xu.
It was a very common name, he had even encountered three or four people with the same name as his mother over the years.
So he was only surprised the first time he heard the name Lin Xu, and then he never cared much about it afterward.