Lieutenant Colonel Wuyue stood before two white tombstones.
The often-maintained tombstones were clean, and the black and white photos featured two youthful faces.
A few sparrows landed on the grass not far from the tombstones, pecking at the grass seeds sprouting from the withered grass of autumn.
"I've come to see you both, to tell you some bad news—Ding Ling hasn't died yet. It seems that the chip saved her life, but don't worry, I won't let her go. This time, no one will be able to save her." After laying down a bouquet of lilies and another of violets and bowing before the tombstones, Wuyue walked away.
The quiet in front of the tombstones was short-lived; half an hour later, a man dressed in a fitted black overcoat arrived with a bouquet of lilies in hand. The man wore light brown sunglasses that shaded his eyes, but didn't hide his facial features.