The sun gradually struggled out from the clouds, its rays shining down on the earth, and more people started arriving for the cemetery visit.
Lin Wanwan regained her composure, looked at the incense that had already burned out, and pressed the last bit of glowing ember onto the cement ground in front of the grave. Then, she carefully lit the scriptures she bought.
Both her grandparents were devout Buddhists. Although it's now encouraged to have civilized rituals without open flames, Lin Wanwan found it hard to comply.
Once she finished burning the scriptures and saw the embers completely extinguished, Lin Wanwan exhaled a long, turbid breath and stood up.
As the cold wind blew, her cheeks felt icy, and she realized she was already covered in tears.
Walking down from the cemetery, Lin Wanwan's mood noticeably grew somber. It's hard for anyone to feel joyful when alone during a festive time meant for family reunions.
