Because she had already seen the words on the gravestone...
Next to that row of characters she couldn't understand, there was a name carved in Chinese.
Lan Nuo...
She was Lan Xiu's late older sister...
There was no portrait on the tombstone.
Yuanya remembered that all the photos had been burned by Lan Xiu, he had sent them to his departed sister in this way.
"Ah Dong, let me stay alone for a while," she said softly.
Ah Dong looked at her worriedly, nodded, and slowly stepped back about thirty paces, still uneasy about letting her out of his sight.
Yuanya approached the tombstone and slowly squatted down. She smelled the air, which was fragrant with the scent of pine trees—a truly fine resting place, reflecting the living's care for the dead.
She couldn't help but think back to her first trip to Country Y when Fei Zi had disappeared, and the night Lan Xiu was dead drunk.
Everything was for this strong, fortunate, yet sad woman.
