At sunset, Lu Zijin strolled through the silent and deserted graveyard, her petite silhouette stretched long by the twilight. The wine-red dress she wore fluttered in the wind, adorned with lace edges and butterfly ribbons.
She held a bouquet of fresh flowers in her hands, bent down, and placed them before a gravestone, gazing at the name etched upon it.
"Sorry, I've been too busy lately and haven't had the time to visit you. I remember back then, our squad... the captain died in Yun Mengze, He Bo betrayed humanity and turned into something neither human nor ghost, and now he's been crippled. Last night, as I slept, I suddenly realized it's been nearly half a year since you left."
She spoke softly, "But sometimes, I still feel as if you're somehow still here."
Lu Zicheng stood silently behind her, smoking, exhaling wisps of smoke.
Chen Qing bent down, thoughtfully clearing the fallen leaves from the gravestone and then pulled out a wet wipe to clean it.
