"Yeah, Tong Tong just turned a little over three years old and is quite a handful... Qianxue, hurry up and wash up for breakfast, it's getting late." Yati, holding her son, glanced at the clock on the wall, and quickly urged Qianxue before hurrying downstairs.
An Ling Cemetery.
When Qianxue arrived at grandma's gravestone with the White Chrysanthemum Yati had given her, she found that someone had beaten her to it and had placed chrysanthemums there. Also, several bunches of chrysanthemums that were gradually withering lay beside, as if someone had been visiting grandma regularly.
Who could it be? She definitely wouldn't think of her uncle; he hadn't been involved during grandma's serious illness before she passed away, let alone after her eternal departure.
She lifted her eyes to look around the cemetery, where neat rows of gravestones filled her view. Perhaps because it was too early, there seemed to be no one around.
