Qingyuan Temple.
Fine rain veiled, drifting down gently.
Xiao Qiushui, always clad in long robes, came before an inconspicuous grave in a corner of the Qingyuan Temple.
Her fingers slowly caressed the inscription on the tombstone, a deep sorrow gradually emerging in her eyes.
She knew that below lay her last relative in the world.
And now, the last family member had also departed from her, bidding farewell to this world forever.
At this moment, she suddenly felt an overwhelming regret.
Profound regret.
Regret for the choice she made back then.
Beside her, an elderly monk stood quietly under the locust tree, letting the broken petals fall upon him without making a sound.
After a moment.
He felt the atmosphere grow increasingly oppressive, the air seemingly becoming heavy. He couldn't help but glance at Xiao Qiushui in front of him.
"Sister, it was my fault!" At this moment, Xiao Qiushui's fingers brushed over the three characters on the tombstone, her gaze mournful.
