Moonlight on the Road Home: A Century-Old Family Letter

Wen Jingchu laid out the yellowed letters one by one and said softly, “Great-grandmother, he never wronged you. We’ve heard your story.”

Just then, a gentle, warm breeze swept by, and pear blossoms fluttered down, as if they had crossed a century to bring a reply from the departed. The moon’s clear glow filled the cemetery and illuminated the way home. This was the story’s final resting place, the home of their feelings, and the cultural roots of a people that could never be severed.