Having bought a bunch of daisies at the entrance of the cemetery, she turned around and saw Little Weiba sneaking up behind her. The corners of her mouth gradually softened, but she ignored him and went straight up the steps.
Yanling's mouth was pouted so high, it could have hung an oil pot.
But as the surroundings became more and more desolate, despite the heat of the summer, the atmosphere inexplicably sent a chill up his spine. He hurried his little legs to catch up, grabbing hold of Yan Luoxi's skirt hem.
"Mommy, is my lifesaver a tomb keeper? Why are we coming to the cemetery?"
Yan Luoxi looked up at the seemingly endless staircase ahead. Her gaze was distant, and although this was her first time paying her respects here, she had been many times in her dreams.
Yanling looked at his mother's silhouette, feeling an urge to cry just from its sight. His earlier naughtiness disappeared in an instant, and he let go of her skirt, tightly holding her hand instead.
