Shen Jianian looked down at the steps under her feet, stepping up one by one. After registering visitor information at the gate, she entered the cemetery.
Rows of low pines were neatly trimmed, the tombstones nestled in their shadows. It was cool around, the wind stirred, and the leaves rustled, desolate and barren.
Shen Jianian found two adjacent tombstones, slowly squatted down, placed two bouquets of flowers in front of the graves, and picked up a few fallen leaves.
"Dad, Mom, it's my fault. I'm sorry I'm visiting you so late."
Raindrops fell on the umbrella, sounding like cries, almost drowning out Shen Jianian's voice.
The weather was bad, and she was the only one in the entire cemetery.
