The last day of our trip, Lu Yinong said she wanted to go somewhere and asked me to wait for her.

Seeming worried, she reminded me to be extra careful when walking outside.

I stayed by her side throughout the journey, and it was hard for me to part with her when she suddenly wanted to separate.

I held her waist and asked, "Where are you going? Can you take me with you?"

She turned around and remained silent for a moment.

I added, "I'll just wait at the door and not disturb you, okay? I want to be with you."

Lu Yinong pursed her lips and finally said, "Alright."

The bus stopped, and she held my hand as we walked forward, stopping at a funeral supplies store.

There were yellow and white chrysanthemums at the store entrance, some real and some fake.

Paper houses, paper cars, and paper clothes were all colorful, not gloomy at all, but more like works of art.

Lu Yinong quickly came out, carrying a bag of ghost money and incense, without saying anything, she led me forward.

Only then did I notice that she was dressed in black today.

When we got off again, we were at the entrance of the Martyrs Cemetery.

The cemetery was in a hidden location, and there were multiple procedures to go through to enter.

Lu Yinong took care of the procedures, and the gatekeeper opened the door, gesturing for us to enter.

I began to realize what Lu Yinong wanted to do and stared at my wine-red basketball shoes, feeling hesitant.

Am I an idiot? Why do I always like to wear bright colors?

Lu Yinong took a few steps forward, raised an eyebrow when she saw I hadn't caught up.

It was a questioning gaze.

I said, "Can you wait for me? I'll take off my shoes."

She was puzzled and frowned, "You'll feel cold. And there's a path with pebbles inside, it'll hurt."

I quickly took off my shoes, stuffed them into my backpack, and chuckled, "I won't feel cold, let's go."

The gatekeeper laughed first, "Little sister, the martyrs lying inside don't mind these things."

Lu Yinong finally understood, her eyes dim and unclear.

"They'll be happy if you come," she said.

Then, she unzipped my backpack, took out the shoes, as if she was going to help me put them on.

I was taken aback and quickly jumped up, saying, "I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself!"

Help! It's my job to serve her. How can I let her help me put on shoes?

I'm not paralyzed or anything!

The gatekeeper smiled and stepped aside, giving me a thumbs-up in a secretive manner.