When Xi Xiaye said this, she was suddenly reminded of her old self.
When some pain was being put before us, they seemed to magnify, but no matter what, one would need to go on. Evading would only be the action of a coward.
After that, Xi Xiaye did not continue or look at Han Yifeng either. Her gaze remained on the tombstone before her.
"Grandfather, I hope that you're doing well. Without those worries, you can live happier!" she said before turning around to leave.
Han Yifeng subconsciously turned around. He was about to chase after her, yet as he was about to take a step, he realized that he had no reason to go after her. He thought about it and finally halted his steps in sorrow.
The sky was turning dark. The car passed through the bustling city, driving through the silent tunnel. When they returned to the Maple Residence, it was already past 7 p.m.
