"Uncle Ning, I am Guang, your classmate. Do you remember me?" Ning Youguang crouched by Shi Wangyue's side, taking out a plate of roast chicken from the basket and gently placing it in front of Shi Tingsong's grave, "I am together with the baby now."
"Being together means we are lovers, we are family." Her voice was warm and gentle, soft like the tone she used when she spoke to Shi Tingsong as a child, "We are very, very good, even better than when we were children. Do you like us like this?"
Shi Wangyue lowered his head, his eyes slightly red, yet his heart felt like petals blooming, layer by layer, fervent and warm.
He choked up and couldn't speak, his originally crouching legs now kneeled on the ground.
Ning Youguang followed suit and knelt down as well.
"Uncle, the weather is so good today, did you see it?"
Her mood was tranquil, and she spoke unhurriedly.
At this moment, besides them, there was no other trace of human life on the mountain top.
