The autumn wind was bleak and desolate.
The ground was covered in withered yellow leaves, like a golden carpet. A light breeze blew, and the leaves rolled with a faint rustling sound.
Anshan City, Anling Cemetery.
Most of the trees here had shed their summer green, trading it for the splendid, motley colors of autumn.
Maple leaves burned like fire, and ginkgo leaves shone like gold.
An occasional bird flitted past, its lonely cries adding to the cemetery's desolation.
"Aunt, may you have a safe journey."
Sunlight filtered through the sparse branches, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow on Hu Qi.
He was dressed in a formal black suit, which made his posture seem even more upright and tall.
His expression was calm as he placed the bouquet of fresh flowers he was holding before a headstone.
On the stone monument was a photograph.
The person in the photo was a middle-aged woman who looked to be in her forties.
Below it, a name was inscribed.
Hu Lemei.
