In front of Wang Hui's gravestone at Qingshan Cemetery.
After Mu Yuchen and Xi Xiaye left, Doris did not leave right away. She remained standing at the same spot, watching their figures vanish until she could no longer see them before she turned back to look at Wang Hui's photo on the gravestone.
After a while, a faintly cold smile flashed across that charming face of hers.
She stood there unmoving as if she had fallen into deep thought until she heard the sound of footsteps. Then, she came back to her senses and turned to see Gu Qiwu walk over with a bouquet in his arms.
As always, he was dressed in a well-tailored black suit. Despite being already over 50 years old, he still had the steadiness and charm of a matured man.
