The next morning, Lin Gantang and Mr. Lin went to the cemetery.
Lin Gantang stood before her mother's grave, gazing at her mother's photo on the tombstone. Her heart felt as if it had been soaked in water, aching and heavy.
Mr. Lin caressed the stone tablet, placing her favorite gardenia beside it. As he wiped the tombstone with a handkerchief, he chatted with his departed wife about the children's affairs.
"They've grown up and become sensible," Mr. Lin spoke with relief to his deceased wife.
The sky gradually grew overcast, dark clouds gathering to shroud the city.
Mr. Lin called Lin Gantang to return with him, smiling and noting that her mother would be concerned if she saw them getting wet in the rain.
Lin Gantang took a few steps and caught sight of Gu Zhichuan's figure leaving from a distance. She glanced at the tombstone over there, signaling Mr. Lin to go ahead while she approached to have a look.
