Isabel walked all the way to the top of the mountain and finally found the number written on the paper.
The tombstone stood alone at the top of the mountain, and despite its low elevation, it offered a panoramic view of the surrounding jungle, lake, and villages.
Both the view and scenery were excellent.
The tombstone on the mountaintop looked more luxurious and expensive than any of the tombstones at the foot of the mountain, made of pure white jade that shone brilliantly under the sunlight.
In front of the tombstone, a vase held a large bouquet of unwilted Japanese Anemones, which must have been placed there by someone who had visited within the past few days.
The area around the tombstone was clean, without any clutter. Beside it stood a windmill adorned with bells that chimed pleasantly like a ballad as the wind constantly turned the windmill.
Isabel thought that only someone with a genuine heart could build such a meticulously beautiful tomb.