His Mom Was Here 2

Mo Yixuan led Yuanyuan forward. He walked very slowly, every step so tough.

Sunlight shone through the clouds, sprinkling a golden layer on the ground. But no matter how strong the sunshine was, it couldn't warm up the bleakest and coldest place.

Yuanyuan was led by his father. He bit his lip, casting a look from time to time at the graves and tombstones on both sides.

Several hundred graves could be beheld here at one glance. There was only this pair of father and son coming. 

The cemetery was very quiet except for the occasional bird calls.

Mo Yixuan finally stopped in front of a tomb on the right.

Then he slowly squatted down and laid the bunch of chrysanthemums he brought in front of the grave.

"Yuanyuan..." He turned to look at his son.

Yuanyuan, however, let out a cry at this moment. He wiped his eyes with both hands. Little as he was, it seemed that he could not accept such a result out of nowhere at once.