Leng Zimo, I have actually always been by your side, never having left.
——Luo Xiaoqian.
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Qingdao.
Changan Cemetery.
Yesterday was Qingming Festival, and many graves in the cemetery had been newly covered with earth, contrasting with the overcrowded scene from the day before.
Today, the cemetery was very quiet, with only a few latecomers holding bouquets of flowers walking up.
A little boy, carrying a large bunch of yellow chrysanthemums, walked up the mountain path, his face hidden behind the big bouquet, yet his small hands holding the flowers were fair and slender.
He stopped in front of a tombstone, stepped forward, and leaned the bouquet against the stone.
The little face that had been obscured by the flowers immediately revealed clues.
