Stepping over the cobblestones, passing by the pine and cypress trees, I arrived in front of a tombstone.

It's the shared grave of Lu Yinong's parents.

When they sacrificed themselves, it was over a decade ago when Lu Yinong was six years old.

On the tombstone, where the names of descendants should have been written, it's empty.

There is no mention of Lu Yinong's name there.

It's evident that the cemetery staff have diligently cleaned this place; it's very clean, with no dead branches or fallen leaves.

Lu Yinong took out a tissue from her bag and gently wiped the photo on the tombstone.

The two people in the photo are smiling brightly, and between their brows, you can faintly see a shadow of Lu Yinong.

Lu Yinong stood up straight, lit a few incense sticks, and handed one to me.

I quickly took it, bowed and paid my respects.

After bowing, I held the incense in my hand, waiting for Lu Yinong.

She still maintained her bowing posture.

She didn't move for a long time, perhaps speaking to her parents in her heart.

Unconsciously, her gaze drifted back to the photo on the tombstone.

Lu Yinong inserted the incense into the soil, and I followed suit.

The incense ash had accumulated for too long, and with a slight force, it fell down onto the back of my hand.

Ouch—

Surprisingly, Lu Yinong reacted faster than me, holding my wrist, unscrewing the bottle cap, and pouring water on the back of my hand.

It was just a momentary pain, and it quickly subsided.

I made a fuss over nothing, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Meanwhile, she seemed a bit distracted.

I softly called out to her, "Yinong? What are you thinking about?"

She smiled and said, "I remembered when I was a child, I also burned my hand like you. My mom, just like me now, quickly unscrewed the bottle cap and poured water."

She was just casually talking about the past, but suddenly, I felt like hugging her.

If even such a small incident could be deeply remembered,

Then over these years, how many times has she chewed over memories of her parents?