The wooden bridge connecting the stone pillars swayed in the sea breeze, like a path along a cliff.
Walking on the bridge, Lu Li carried an oil lamp, becoming part of an oil painting, heavy and profound, half of his outline merging into the darkness.
Lu Li did not lose his way in the darkness; the wooden signs before each bridge bore inscriptions of their destination.
[Storm Corner Resting Ground]
Stepping onto the last bridge, Lu Li arrived at the westernmost point of Pillar Island. The limited light of the oil lamp illuminated the surroundings, yet countless tombstones seemed to stand silently in the darkness.
Following a path for a short distance, Lu Li encountered Carolina, collapsed in a shallow pit.
Blood flowed from multiple cuts on her wrists, seeping into the dark soil, while her other hand clutched a sharpened iron shard.
There was no murderer; she had committed suicide.
