After a moment—
"Hello there."
The voice of a strange young girl sounded not far away, crisp like porcelain shattering on the ground, carrying an unsettling sense of fragmentation.
"I didn't expect that after all these decades, someone would still remember this place. It's truly rare."
In the cemetery that was empty just a moment ago except for them, a young girl in a white dress suddenly appeared.
She was sitting on a broken tombstone bathed in moonlight, her bare feet swaying in the air, the silver bell on her ankle jingling with a clear and pleasant sound in the silent cemetery.
The hem of her white dress was soaked by night dew, yet not a speck of mud clung to it. In her jet-black hair, she wore a camellia that was neither in full bloom nor fully withered.
Her appearance was sudden and eerie, without any warning, appearing in the cemetery on the back hill, like a ghost. Even a normal person would feel the unease at this moment and want to turn and flee—
