It was not Little Brother's death anniversary yet.
Ye Ling's sudden appearance reminded Shen Qianshu of much unhappiness, and she suddenly wanted to visit Little Brother's grave.
Shen Qianshu bought three lilies and placed them on his grave.
The child was buried nameless. It was an empty gravestone. She stood before it in silence. In the morning, the cemetery was quiet and eerie, and Shen Qianshu felt a bit chilly.
Little Brother, are you doing fine in heaven?
Shen Qianshu turned around and saw Ye Ling behind her like a spirit. She did not know when he was behind her. With the morning fog covering him in a layer of frost, Ye Ling approached her.
"My little princess…" Ye Ling looked at the nameless gravestone. The cold man expressed an unspeakable sadness. Shen Qianshu was slightly shocked. He really did love the child. Otherwise, he wouldn't have looked for her for seven years.
