Chapter 303

In the outskirts of Linhai City, on a winter afternoon, two young girls came to a cemetery after finishing lunch. A layer of white clouds stretched across the sky, and a cold northern wind rustled the leaves. Only in a climate like Linhai City's did winter trees manage to hold onto their leaves without shedding them all. Along the walls of the entrance gate grew thick patches of moss, and years of weathering on the stucco gave the place an antique charm. The cemetery gates were mottled and faded, their patterns blurred as if they had weathered too many trials of frost and wind.