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It was not yet the Qing Ming Festival, so there were very few people to offer sacrifices to.

Qiao Xiaomai sat on a bare stone slab and stared blankly at the lonely grave. On the gravestone, the old man's face was pale and his smile was faint. She hadn't noticed it before, but now that she looked carefully, she realized that even though it was her father's best photo from when he was alive