In a daze, Jiang Fan saw a lady in palace attire, sitting under a tree's shade quietly reading a book.
It then seemed as if he saw her being teased by the disciples, calling out loudly as she chased them past him.
Scenes like these seemed to have just happened yesterday.
But, that was already a very long time ago.
"When did you lay down?"
Jiang Fan's fingers felt the cold touch of the tombstone, and his eyes slightly reddened:
"Why... does it feel like you haven't died?"
In his heart, he couldn't connect the Yunyang Master who loved reading and was often teased by disciples, with the person lying in the grave.
How could she possibly be dead?
Clearly, she still lives in his memory, never fading...
For a long time.
No one was in front of the grave.
Beside the flowers and fruit was placed a thick book.
The gentle breeze of the wilderness turned a page of the book silently.
In another corner of the cemetery.
