Gu Qili drove to the cemetery, opening the rear door and bending down to take out a big bunch of violets.
There weren't many people on the hill, with rows of neat tombstones arranged layer upon layer.
Gu Dezhong's grave was situated against the mountain and near the water, possessing excellent Feng Shui. He had chosen this plot for himself during his lifetime, intending to enjoy it a hundred years later, only to rest here just after he turned fifty.
Gu Qili climbed the steps and finally stopped in front of Gu Dezhong's grave. She reached out to wipe the dust off the photograph and placed the big bunch of violets in front of the tombstone.
Gu Dezhong had always loved violets in his lifetime; his villa's garden was full of them, forming a small sea of purple when they bloomed each year.
Gu Qili once asked why he liked violets so much; he smiled and said he loved the message behind the flower: Falling for you in a beautiful dream.
