The winds at the cemetery swept up the dry leaves.
They swirled around the brand-new tombstone.
The tombstone bore the inscription "27th Family Head of the Li Family, Li Quhu."
Li Qingsui, draped in mourning robes, knelt before the tombstone, wiping both the new and old tombstones, while the attendants behind her had all dispersed… Qingzhong was a quiet place, the members of the Elder Council had stayed outside, leaving her this final tranquility.
She had stayed here for a long time.
In fact.
She had nothing she wanted to say to her father… She just wanted to stand here.
It was very quiet here.
Quieter than any other place in the world.
It's just… that the outside world wasn't noisy because it was naturally so.
Where there are people, there is noise.
Two hours after Li Qingsui had stood quietly in front of the tombstone, the members of the Elder Council waiting outside the cemetery were losing their patience.
