Three days later, at snoworchid Glyn mourning Cemetery.
It was drizzling.
The cemetery was engraved with sculptures of the vicissitudes of time, and everywhere you saw was verdant green. The vines symbolized vitality, circulating endlessly, and the whole place was filled with romance and sadness.
The tombstone in the center was full of people.
The men were in black suits and the women were in black dresses. Everyone's expression was filled with deep sorrow.
The black umbrella was held above his head.
Even though three days had passed since that day, song Chenxi's death was still an unspeakable pain in their hearts.
Lin Hanxing looked at the photo on the tombstone in silence.
The grayish-white song Chenxi smiled gently.
Lin Hanxing had specially chosen this for song Chenxi.
