He suddenly called out as they were walking:
"Wait for me here for a moment."
Then he turned and headed towards the cemetery.
With the departure of the teacher and students, the cemetery became quiet again.
He walked back in the direction he had left, suddenly seeing someone lingering in front of Rogen's grave.
He looked instinctively.
He saw a graceful woman wearing a white sun hat, squatting in front of the grave, burning something.
The back view looked somewhat familiar.
He stepped a little closer.
He heard the woman's murmurs.
"It's strange, wherever I stand, the flames blow towards me, scorching my cheek as I try to avoid them..."
"Sometimes I wonder if, separated by life and death, contact with you is forbidden, so when you touch my face, it hurts this much."
"Master Rogen's daughter?"
Louis recalled what he had just heard.
Suddenly, a hint of a smile appeared on his face.
"Master Rogen, it seems things aren't as bad as they say!"
