After picking up the leaf that had fallen beside the petals, she finally looked up at the photo on the tombstone. She didn't touch the person in the photo with her fingertips; she just gently and slowly stroked the edge.
A few minutes later, a gentle smile bloomed between her delicate eyebrows. She softly said, "Lu Li, Little Feng, how are you?"
The only response to her was the rustling sound of leaves colliding as the breeze blew by.
"I'm pretty good. The work at the hospital isn't too busy, and I have time to watch cartoons with the kids at night when I get home."
Nan Wan's demeanor didn't seem like she was talking to herself; it felt as if she were just chatting with friends on a weekend.
The smile on her cheeks remained, her voice as soft as the breeze, "Lu Li, I dreamed of you a few days ago. It must be... because Shen Zhimei mentioned that night after the college entrance exam when we went to Zijin Mountain to watch the meteors."
