The cemetery where their parents were buried wasn't very far from where they lived. It was just a few bus stations away.
So, after buying some flowers and a few other things, the three young people headed for the station.
Once they reached their destination, though, they were surprised to find someone else had been there already.
"Again?!" Su-Jin cried out in surprise. "This is what, the fifth year when this happens?"
"I lost track already. But, whoever is doing this, doesn't seem eager to stop." Min-Jun replied darkly.
As he squinted at the flowers, a deep frown appeared on his forehead. Then, he turned his head and exchanged a knowing look with his sister.
Every year, for the past five or maybe six years, there was always someone bringing white flowers to their parents' tombs. Whenever they got there, whether it was early morning or late evening, the siblings would find the bouquet neatly placed in front of the tomb headstone.
