Ling Tianyu asked Duan Yanran to return to the villa first, as it had already become very cold.
After exchanging a few words, Duan Yanran left, and Ling Tianyu cast his gaze toward those three lonely grave mounds, stamped out the cigarette butt in his hand, and walked over.
Standing in front of his family's graves, Ling Tianyu removed all the yellowing grass that had grown over them, even though it hadn't been long since they were buried, grass was everywhere.
He didn't say a word, the cold wind just whooshed by, and he didn't return until after midnight. He needed to get ready; he was leaving tomorrow afternoon, and his plane ticket was already booked.
Dawn was breaking slightly when Ling Tianyu called Guan Xing over and delegated the tasks he had mentioned the day before. In the morning, he took him to the residential area, repeatedly emphasizing that the construction must be exactly the same, with not the slightest difference.
Guan Xing also made a promise.
