The skies darkened gradually.
The cab pulled up at the cemetery.
As it wasn't easy to get a cab here, Qiao Lian asked the driver to wait for her return.
Carrying the bouquet that she had just bought, she slowly made her way into the cemetery.
She had noticed, however, that just as she entered the cemetery, three figures were slowly approaching from the other direction.
Song Yuanxi was not able to walk and was in a wheelchair, pushed by Song Cheng.
Shen Liangchuan's face was expressionless as the three of them made their way out of the cemetery. Suddenly, he halted and turned his head to the side. There, not very far away, he saw a familiar figure. However in a flash, it disappeared around the corner.
Shen Liangchuan was stunned.
Xiao Qiao?
That was strange. Why would Xiao Qiao come to this place?
His eyes must have been playing tricks.
