Behind the mountain, on the gentle slope situated halfway up.
It was overgrown with weeds and crawling thorns. Tangled branches that resembled the claws of a skeleton were wrapped in vibrant green vines, trembling slightly under the gentle breeze. The only open area was a small, low tombstone that only reached up to someone's waist.
The tombstone was gray and rough to the touch due to its stone structure. Li Chu's name was crudely etched onto it, the carving done by 13-year-old Li Wei using a sharp stone.
Four years had passed, and the carving had become indistinct, barely visible anymore. The tombstone itself was now crowded with creeping vines and moss, scattered with patches of green.
Casio stood in front of the tombstone, silently gazing at it for a while.
He placed a bunch of white flowers in front of the tombstone.
