It was April in the mortal world. In spring, it was cloudy and rainy. The sky in Wuzhen, City A, was gray and pale.

The densely vegetated cemeteries swept past the crows. The yellow paper coins turned into faint green smoke in the flames and floated past the white stone tombstone.

"Brother Jiang Cheng, I'll accompany my mother and father in the cemetery in the south of the city. You don't need to wait for me at noon--not even at night. I'm not going to rest here. ...