The car was driving slowly on the snow-covered mountain road, with Li Yeqi driving at a slow pace. Ahead, a snowplow was clearing the snow from the road. From Banshan Villa to the cemetery, we had to almost traverse the entire city. By the time we arrived at the cemetery, many cars were already parked below.
The visitors today were as numerous as before, not absent due to the heavy snow.
Li Yeqi found a spot to park the car, then circled to the back seat, opened the door, and helped Yan Luoxi out.
The sky was grey and somewhat gloomy, the cold wind ruffled her hair, and she looked up at the hillside filled with tombstones, feeling a wave of solitude. Li Yeqi wrapped his arm around her waist, saying, "Let's go, we'll walk slowly."
Yan Luoxi nodded and turned to look at Yanling. He was already being carried by Gu Yun, with Li Zhiqian walking beside them, carrying the offerings. The three of them walked into the cemetery, talking and laughing.
