A month later.
In the cemetery.
It was drizzling.
Ye Jie stepped up the steps in a black suit and stopped in front of Ah Zuo's tombstone.
Putting down the flower in his hand, he stared at Ah Zuo's photo on the tombstone for a long time before he slowly turned around.
Her hair was already wet from the drizzle and her suit was drenched.
At the same time, a man and woman came up the steps.
The moment Ye Jie turned around, he met the woman's eyes.
The woman trembled slightly.
Ye Jie pursed his thin lips into a serious and cold smile.
Sixteen.
Mr Smith felt his wife's stiffness and put his arm around her shoulders. He was about to ask her what was wrong when he noticed Ye Jie's dark eyes.
They were here to pay their respects to Ah Zuo.
Although they had never interacted with Ah Zuo, Mrs Smith felt guilty and blamed herself for Ah Zuo's death.
