Chapter 39: Jiang Ling Late summer mornings were cool, especially in a cemetery where the sun had yet to reach. The wind blowing from the mountains carried a peculiar, heavy scent. He Jueyun followed Qiong Cang all the way to a spot near the center. He watched as she crouched down and placed the bouquets in her hands before two adjacent gravestones. Gray stone slabs and white chrysanthemums1; a person's existence became so simple after death. He Jueyun recalled Qiong Cang mentioning before that…