Li Qiao carefully wiped the gravestone clean and cleared the surrounding weeds.
Soon, she arranged the ritual fruit offerings and all sorts of joss paper on the small altar, and lit three incense sticks.
Liqiao took out two cans of beer, opened the tabs, and poured them onto the ground, murmuring to herself, "Time flies, it's been three years already."
Nearly two hours passed, and she just squatted in front of the gravestone, murmuring alone.
From calling off the engagement to talking about graduation, and from there, talking about Shang Yu.
With a tone of sharing, she quietly recounted her experiences.
These words, she certainly would not have spoken a single extra word to someone else.
But Huizai was different, he was the eldest of the Border Seven Sons, those years on the border he'd always been their good teacher and helpful friend.
That once stable and delicate man had, after all, been abandoned and let down by time.
