The Milky Way quietly flowed above the firmament.
Raising his eyes, there were times when Lin Shuang would get the illusion that the mountains were also following the distant traces of the Milky Way.
Pointing at the mountain peaks whose outlines were only visible in the night, he asked his sister-in-law, Tong Ge, "Have you ever climbed those mountains, Little Dove?"
"Many ancestors from the village are buried in those mountains. During the New Year, the mountainside is filled with people paying homage to them."
"What about the other side of the mountain?"
"I have never been up there."
Tong Ge spoke softly, "Would you like to go up now with me, brother-in-law?"
Lin Shuang paused for a moment before replying, "Is there a path that leads up there?"
Tong Ge withdrew her gaze from the sea of stars and glanced at him, "Maybe there is."
When she turned back, a gust of evening breeze happened to pass by.
