Occasionally, someone climbs the mountain, sees the beautiful scenery on the hill, and merely takes a few photos before leaving.
Completely unaware that beneath the wildflower grass vines, there's a tombstone.
The characters on the tombstone, weathered by wind and rain, are gradually becoming blurred.
Yet, it remains resilient, the characters haven't entirely vanished; a small portion can still be deciphered.
It is.
The word Chu.
Another autumn and winter pass.
Spring arrives.
A group of young people comes to the vicinity of the hill, captivated by the beauty here.
A girl wearing outdoor attire, probably around twenty-three or four years old, has clear, bright eyes, beautiful curved eyebrows, and flawless skin that radiates a faint red glow.
Her most noticeable feature is her chest, so ample that a single hand cannot encircle it; it's so large one wonders if it burdens her.
