Mi Sheng, holding white chrysanthemums, bowed three times to Qiao Zui's parents, and respectfully placed the white orchids in front of the tombstone.
After paying tribute to their parents, they stepped back.
Gu Junzhu led Ye Xingbei by hand to the tombstone, looked at the photo on the tombstone for a while, chuckled lightly, and after a long while, only said one sentence: "Sister, brother-in-law, don't worry. I will take care of Xiao Qiao and Yiyi for you, and Beibei and I will live well. Rest in peace!"
After saying this, he let out a gentle sigh, and squeezed Ye Xingbei's hand, "Let's go."
The deceased have passed away. The living must carry on their hopes and blessings, and live a better life.
Seeing them turn back, Qiao Zui, Fang Yao, and their group, who were waiting at the mountain entrance, began to walk down the mountain.
Xiao Shumiao walked slowly, and unknowingly, they had drawn a distance of tens of meters between them.
