It was usually a difficult journey to the graveyard, not to mention a time-consuming one. In fact, even the grave was cracked in many places, and fixing it would require a big undertaking, so Serenity felt that it would be much better to just move her mother's grave to a proper cemetery.

Alas, just as she was planning to do so, she had been thrown into prison and forced to abandon the idea temporarily. When she was finally released, she found herself penniless. She could not afford to pay the workers to relocate her mother's grave, much less buy a spot in a cemetery.

As she walked to the foot of the hill, she saw the graveyard administrator working the registration in the shed that was set up there. There were many people who had gotten there earlier queueing up to register one after another.

Serenity joined the queue, and when she got to the front to register her mother's grave number, the administrator noticed it and quickly asked, "What are you doing here? This grave has been mov