Lin Shiyu gazed at Fu Qinglun for a few seconds before walking forward.
She walked over to the tombstone and bent down to place the bouquet of white flowers in front of it. Standing up, she said, " Mom, I'm back to see you."
Even after all these years, her voice remained as clear and refreshing to the ears as it had all those years ago.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew over, and the leaves on the trees rustled. The picture of Mama Lin on the tombstone smiled at the two of them.
Mama Lin had entrusted Lin Shiyu to Fu Qinglun when she left, and it was a pity that he wasn't there for her.
She had said, she believed that no matter what happened in the future, Fu Qinglun would be there to love and take care of Lin Shiyu in her stead.
The smile on Mama Lin's face seemed to become even more gentle.
