October 30th, at the cemetery.

Many people stood in front of Yang Xiansu’s grave.

More people had come to pay their respect this year. Grandfather Yang, An Jing, Sheng Jiaoyang, Shen Zhining, Xu Qing and Li Weiqi, had all come to pay their respects.

“Sister Xiansu is so beautiful.” Xu Qing stared at the picture on the tombstone.

Standing next to her was Sheng Jiaoyang, who was also looking at the picture on the tombstone. Her mother’s beauty didn’t come from her appearance but it came from the gentleness between her brows and the elegance that emitted from her entire being. But indeed, her mother looked very beautiful in the picture, because she would always remain in her prime.

Grandfather Yang bent over and put the bouquet of flowers in front of the tombstone. He then reached out and caressed the picture on the tombstone while staring at his daughter’s smiling face. This year, however, he was in a good mood and thought to himself, “Susu, I brought them to visit you this year. Now, our Jiaojiao has a new identity. We don’t have to worry about her health anymore.”

“Xiao Qing, come here,” Grandfather Yang beckoned...