Black Forest.
During the Tomb Sweeping Festival, the rain drizzles endlessly, heaven bestows favor for this meeting.
Perhaps the heavens are particularly fond of this season, or maybe, this rain, is the tears of countless people.
Every year on the day of the Tomb Sweeping Festival, the sky always likes to be dreary with continuous rain, yet it cannot stop the living from longing for the departed.
The sky in April, carrying a bit of chill, in front of the tombstone, stands a slender silhouette, white clothing billowing in the wind.
At a glance, that frail figure only makes one's heart ache.
Looking at the tombstone before her, Gong Muxue's eyes were slightly red, but a faint smile unwittingly appeared on her lips.
"Actually, Linlin was supposed to come too, but as you know, our daughter is now over five months pregnant, and I didn't want her to get too tired, so today, it's just me coming to keep you company."
"Jue, will you be unhappy, you won't, will you?"