Today is a rare fine day, the sky is a dazzling blue.
In front of Jiang Jin's tombstone, Elder Jiang stared at his daughter's tombstone for a long time before letting out a long sigh.
Jiang Yi brought a clean handkerchief and wiped her mother's tombstone meticulously, leaving no speck of dust.
Zhu Huan placed the flowers she brought in front of the tombstone, and after she bowed, she couldn't hold back her emotions any longer, tears flowed down like a flood.
Zhu Huan cried suppressively, tightly clutching the tissue Jiang Yi handed her.
On the tombstone is a photo of Jiang Jin.
Although the photo is in black and white, somehow, it seems to come alive.
As if she is smiling at Zhu Huan.
Zhu Huan cried for a while and then broke into a smile.
