He held Linlang Bone Pearl and walked to the woman's grave.
I heard that she has been dead for several years, just like he has been young for several years.
He sat in front of the grave, watching numbly.
Her tombstone was just a randomly picked branch and inserted into the grave, with the Chinese character "" written lightly on it. If he hadn't lived for so many years, he would not have been able to recognize these weather-beaten words.
He slowly stretched out his hand, and his fingertips slowly slid along the traces. The words were almost flat, but it shocked his heart.
Somehow, he seemed to recognize her.