Two days later, in a good location in the cemetery, several workers left, leaving a man and a woman standing in front of the newly erected tablet.
Ji Xin squatted down and gently laid the white chrysanthemums on the ground. With tears in her eyes, she said in a low voice, "Mom, move you here. I hope you will like it more. I can only do these things for you now."
There was no response from the quiet cemetery, but Ji Chengjing felt a sense of sadness. She whispered, "Mom, you don't have to worry about me. I'm fine now. The big brother next to me will take care of me."
After that, Ji Xian thought of something, and she murmured, "I should buy my mother's jade pendant back. It belongs to my mother, so I have to keep it."
After Ji Jing finished, she gently stood up with the help of the stone tablet. "She looked at a new picture of Xia Shulan on the stone tablet. She seemed to be smiling happily.