The slight wind blew Mu Qianmei's hair. She glanced at the tombstone and took out the Yueying Sword. After meditating for seconds, she carved a few lines of words on the tombstone firmly and rapidly.
"Mom passed away in regret seventeen years ago and slept alone in the mountain. I miss Mom so much, but I cannot see her anymore."
"It is from your unfilial daughter Mu Qianmei."
"It is on the Tomb-sweeping Day in the year three hundred and seventy-six of the Yugu Continent."
Her characters were graceful and majestic. The simple words meant transparent, sincere, and melancholy. Seeing these, Feng Tianyu also felt sad and shed tears.
"It's getting late. Let's go back!"
Noticing that it had been after three p.m., Feng Tianyu said gently.
"I want to repair the grave for Mom."
Mu Qianmei s
