The morning in Linhai County was quiet. This place seemed to awaken later than other places. There were no large groups of office workers hurrying to work, and all the small shops seemed half-open. The world was making soft, rustling sounds, as if it was just about to wake up.
Xia Yi stood before the graves of her Grandma Xia and Uncle Xia. She removed her hat and mask, quietly looking at the kind, smiling old woman and the spirited, cheerfully smiling man on the tombstones.
"Grandma, Dad, I've come to see you. Nie Qingzhou came with me. Dad, I told you about him before, do you still remember him?" Xia Yi spoke softly.