Those small mounds of earth one after another.
Her father was buried among them.
And at this moment, her mother, under the moonlight, with white strands among her black hair, looked lonely. Dressed in high-end clothing, she now sat on the ground, seated in front of the tombstone, softly speaking to the person within.
The two of them, whispering as if they were lovers.
Uttering words of affection.
Tang Xi, holding onto Fu Tingzhou's arm, stood under a nearby tree. A gust of wind blew, and Fu Tingzhou opened his overcoat to wrap her in it, the warmth engulfing her whole body along with his faint scent of ebony.
Tang Xi looked at the nearby Shen Qinglin, and her heart suddenly felt sorrowful.
She leaned even closer to Fu Tingzhou.
Wanting to feel his presence.
And Fu Tingzhou, simply holding her hand, said, "Tang Xi, I will always be by your side."
Driving back home, it was about twelve o'clock at night when they arrived.
