The rain was getting heavier, Lin Ting walked behind him and held up a white umbrella.
The rain wet the white petals, making them appear crystal clear.
The cemetery was foggy and silent.
Blake Lin and Lin Ting have very few memories about their parents, as they were raised by their grandfather.
After his grandfather passed away, whenever he stood in front of the tombstone, thinking that the kind and wise old man had disappeared from the world, with only a stone tablet standing in the wind, frost, rain and snow for him, Blake Lin would feel a sense of... illusion of life and death. To him, death seems to be just a matter of a moment.
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