Finally, they stopped at a relatively gentle halfway point of the mountain.
It was quiet here, with only a few solitary tombstones. One of them was Lin Guang's destination.
—It was a Chinese-style joint tombstone, carved from blue-gray stone, looking clean and understated.
On the right side of the stone stood a line of small characters: Daxia Calendar, August 23rd, Year 525.
In the center were several lines of steady clerical script:
In memory of Lin Zian
The tomb of his wife, Ning Xinru.
"…"
Chelina had long since taken a clean soft cloth from her bag, bending down to help Lin Guang meticulously wipe every inch of dust from the tombstone.
Lisa carefully placed the bought bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone, while Vishdair silently arranged several fruits and pastries they brought.
