The next day.
The sky was gray, with a light drizzle of rain falling.
February had passed, and according to the solar terms, it should have been the beginning of spring, but the cemetery in the Jingguan City Suburb did not show signs of spring returning to the earth.
The tombstones were lined up, and the colors were similarly gray.
This morning, Xia Yu and Zhu Qing went out dressed in plain clothes. Zhu Qing wore a black shirt and black women's trousers, holding a black umbrella, accompanying Xia Yu, quietly standing in front of one unremarkable tombstone.
The gravestone did not bear any inscriptions of whose grave it was, only an ancient and heavy "Xia" character.
"Sister, I have come to see you."
Zhu Qing placed a bouquet of white flowers at the base of the tombstone, held the umbrella handle with her shoulder socket, joined her palms together, slightly lowered her head, and closed her eyes in remembrance and reflection.
