Two days later.
Morning.
Lin Qi visited the Huo Family Cemetery for the first time.
The greenery was lush, and the breeze gentle.
The Huo Family Cemetery was vast, with each tombstone accompanied by its own little flower garden.
Mrs. Lin's tombstone was newly carved, located in Section C, third row, second spot.
There were pavilions, flowing streams, and tall pine trees standing proudly.
Mrs. Lin's urn had been replaced with a brand-new one, and someone carefully delivered it.
On the urn was an old photo that had been refurbished.
This photo was taken during Mrs. Lin's lifetime. After her death, many of her belongings had been dealt with by Lin Cheng, but this particular photo was something Lin Qi had always kept carefully by her side.
Han and Momo held hands as they watched the urn being meticulously transferred. Han asked curiously, "Is Grandma inside that little box?"
Momo nodded. "Yes."
Han asked again, "Have you ever seen Grandma?"