A tiny breeze swept through the black-leaved woods, causing the leaves to swoosh loudly. Some dandelion seeds glided in the air, and bees buzzed around a bush littered with tiny red flowers.
On the side of the graveyard, in walked a middle-aged man in a black dress suit through the rundown fence.
He looked cleaned up and had a pair of white gloves, like a nobleman who’d just gotten out of a carriage.
Silently, he stared at the headstone with a solemn look on his face, seemingly reminiscing the past.
A faint footstep rattled behind him.
"Who’s there!"
The man turned abruptly, vigilantly stared at the trees behind him.
Deep in the woods, a maroon-colored windbreaker appeared in his sight.
It was a young man walking through the woods with great strides. Stopping ten meters behind the man in suit, he glared at him with a dark look.
"Emin, how dare you show your face here?" The man with red windbreaker said coldly. "Twelve years! This is your first visit here in twelve years!"
