Just as Ning Youguang was immersing herself again in the world of paper, surrounding herself with books, she suddenly received a call from Shi Wangyue.
"What's up?"
Her voice in the afternoon was as gentle as a cool breeze, drifting into Shi Wangyue's heart.
"I..." Shi Wangyue held his breath, "Thank you for visiting dad all these years."
Ning Youguang put the book down, "Did you visit uncle today?"
"Yes, I ran into Old He, and he mistook me for you." Shi Wangyue composed himself.
"No wonder." Ning Youguang chuckled lightly.
As a girl, according to Jin City's customs, she shouldn't go to pay respects to the deceased alone.
However, whenever she thought of Uncle Tingsong lying alone in the suburban cemetery, while during the Qingming Festival others around him received offerings from descendants or family members, but he did not, her heart softened.
Such a good person, he shouldn't be treated as if he were just another forgotten grave in a remote field.
