Jiang Ruolan sighed and lowered her head. Just as she was about to squat again, she suddenly stopped and stared at the wheelchair traces she had just noticed.
Although the cemetery was neat, it was not luxurious. So, the soil in front of this tombstone was easily muddy even though the rain was not too heavy. As long as someone walks past this place, they will leave behind some traces.
Perhaps Senior Zhou didn't notice these marks, but Jiang Ruolan suddenly squinted her eyes and stared at the marks left by the wheelchair. This wheelchair seemed to have stayed here for a long time, and the marks were even deeper than the ones beside it.
Jiang Ruolan suddenly raised her head and saw a black figure in front of the tombstone with her back facing her (Jiang Ruolan). Her heart trembled for no reason.
