At the break of dawn, Su Youzhu bent down in front of the tombstone and offered a bouquet of fresh flowers, tidied up the weeds growing in the soil, and arranged the offerings neatly.
Gu Jianlin silently watched her busy figure, and couldn't help but notice how meticulous girls can be, making even tomb-sweeping seem orderly and methodical. Especially when she clasped her hands in silent mourning, the morning light fell on her delicate, fair face, creating a peaceful aura of times gone by.
During this process, he discovered something rather mysterious.
Su Youzhu was very familiar with this routine.
She even did it better than him.
"When the teacher used to bring you here, I watched from the side."
Su Youzhu said expressionlessly: "So I remember it very clearly."
Gu Jianlin chuckled silently, knelt in front of the tombstone, looked at the name on it, and clasped his hands together.
