The back mountain.
Lush and verdant.
Amidst the encircling trees, a few graves came into view.
Three ten-thousand-year-old pines stood out, leaning against one another as if they were lovers, their trunks growing at an angle.
Beneath the trees,
was a cenotaph where, according to Luu Pu's last wishes, he was buried with his wives.
Luu Pu, Zhu Shuang, and Wan Wenxin—the three of them had supported each other through life.
Choosing to be buried together after death suggested they were all quite content with the other two people in their lives.
WHOOSH...
The mountain wind blew, carrying a few fallen leaves with it, making the figure standing before the cenotaph seem even more solitary.
"Gone."
"They're all gone..."
Staring at the cenotaph before him, Zhu Ju could still faintly sense the weak, familiar auras on the belongings within. His expression was complicated.
Besides his older sister, Zhu Shuang, he had almost no other relatives in this world.
