That was Shawn's holy land.

Gale's tombstone was very clean and tidy, without a trace of dust, and the freshest and most delicate flowers were always placed there by Shawn himself.

When spring came, wildflowers would bloom all over the mountain.

One after another, small flowers swayed gently when the wind blew.

It was like being in nature.

In summer, the back mountain was green and shaded by trees, and there would be the chirping of summer cicadas and frogs.

Shawn also planted a maple fore