After Xiao Lei and Han Ye left, the man got down from his car and looked toward where the graves were situated. With the help of a cane, he managed to stand up straight as he faced the direction of President Fan and Chen Qingting's graves.
"Lei... Qingting..." he thought sadly, and his fingers that were wrapped around the top of the cane clenched unconsciously.
He waited until almost everyone had left before he slowly made his way toward the unmarked graves. As he walked, he leaned more toward his left side so as to take the pressure off his bad leg.
These were the only unmarked graves in the entire private cemetery, and these were stated as the graves of his friends who chose to be buried without their names.
When the graves first appeared, Fan Chuan had asked about it at first, but like his interest in other things that did not benefit him, he soon forgot about it.
However, the man remembered. And he would never forget.
