And around the tomb, beautiful and delicate roses bloomed in abundance, with colors of red, pink, white, and yellow, all blossoming so brilliantly. Further up, large swathes of azaleas added to the beauty of the flowers vying with each other in splendor.
Wen Jiaren gazed at these flowers, feeling her girlish heart flutter—how romantic and beautiful!
Elder Yuan walked up to the grave and stopped, placing the Night Spirit Pearl at the base of the tombstone. Taking a pair of scissors, he walked over to the roses, cutting and returning with nine red roses.
Wen Jiaren just happened to know the meaning of nine roses: "Together forever."
Elder Yuan laid the roses next to the Night Spirit Pearl, his aged voice slowly drifting over, "Junjun, I've brought you the Night Spirit Pearl... It was for this very thing that you lost your life!"
