Gong Jie suddenly smiled.
"She's not dead."
"Not dead?"
"Yeah." Turning around, the man suddenly opened a drawer and took out a framed photograph.
It was a photograph of a woman sitting on the flower bed. There were not many photographs of Mu Qingcheng around. He had put in a lot of effort, but many of her photographs went missing when they moved or after dealing with her funeral.
This was the best-preserved photograph he had.
Gong Jie looked at the image with an unprecedented tenderness in his eyes. "She's always been alive in my heart." He had never forgotten.He believed that death was not the most important thing in life.
Forgetting was.
The candle flame of life would not be extinguished easily. The connection between human beings was memories.
He had always remembered her and kept her carefully in his heart.
He also firmly believed that as long as her memories remained, she would not disappear.
