It's Qingming Festival again.
Fu Cheng and I went back to our hometown to pay our respects as usual.
The road on the mountain was difficult, so Fu Cheng helped me.
If there was any heavy work, he would do it himself.
The last day of Qingming Festival every year.
We worked tirelessly and traveled thousands of miles to offer incense to a lonely grave.
And buried in that grave.
It's Fu Cheng's White Moonlight.
Also my biological sister and the unborn child in her belly.
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Intention: I am just me