Wen Nuan slowly walked toward the gravestone. Both Ye Feimo and the girl in white stood still, leaving her to walk alone. The area was silent except for the rustling of leaves in the wind. The air felt heavy.
The words on the gravestone became clear: **Tomb of Long Xiushui**.
Just a few simple words. Based on the date, Wen Nuan could figure out that Long Xiushui had died more than ten years ago. It was a coincidence that she had died when Wen Nuan was four years old. Wen Nuan frowned.
She was dead, but there was no photo on the gravestone, only an inscription.
The lilies were still fresh and beautiful, with a few drops of dew on them. Wen Nuan thought that her mother must have placed them there.
Her mother came to visit Long Xiushui every year. It seemed they were close. But the only person on the island was the young girl. Her mother hadn't come back last night. Where did she stay? Did she stay on the island?
Was her mother not afraid of this eerie island?
