C275

There's a piece of wasteland behind the jail. Detainees can't come here, but I'm an exception.

In the wasteland, there were three newly opened graves.

The grave was not high, and the monolith inscriptions were irregular.

The white snow was mottled, revealing a miserable appearance.

The Jiejie and I stand here. In order to pay homage to them, we are seven years old