The pile of offerings had grown so high it was nearly double the height of the tombstone.
Guan Yuexi wore a faint smile, yet as she gazed at the countless items that held such precious memories, an inexplicable sense of emptiness and sorrow welled up within her. It was like a bottomless abyss, pulling at her soul, offering no anchor, no point of leverage.
Her whispered murmurs, once gentle, gradually hardened into an interrogation.
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