At the beginning of April, during the Qingming Festival, the grey clouds and mists seemingly pulled a curtain above the sky, and there was light rain in Luo City. The rustling cold wind gave people chills. Nan Yan held a clear umbrella and with a batch of white chrysanthemums in her hand, she came to the familiar tombstone.
Looking at the grey and black-and-white portrait on the tombstone being randomly hit by raindrops, Nan Yan took a deep breath, placed the white chrysanthemum batch on the many more chrysanthemum batches, and whispered, "Grandpa, your little granddaughter is here to see you."
Tomb-sweeping was the ritual of the Qingming Festival. Originally, Nan Yan should have come to visit Grandpa Nan with Nan Shang and others early in the morning, but she was delayed by an exam this morning, so she could only come again after the exam.
After staying in the cemetery for a while, Nan Yan felt chilly. She readjusted her black coat, and when her black boots stepped on the puddle, they made crisp footsteps.
Since she came directly from the school, she didn't drive. When she arrived at the entrance of the cemetery, Nan Yan took out her phone and prepared to hail a cab. However, she refreshed the app two to three times but there were no cars nearby. This made her very exasperated.
"Miss Nan."
Just as she was about to call home to call the driver, a familiar voice sounded in the cold rain and passed into her cochlea. The voice made her stiffen, and the hand that was about to dial suddenly stopped.
Why did she suddenly have a bad hunch in her heart?
There was once again the feeling of being watched by a wolf.
Nan Yan took a deep breath again, and said silently in her heart: "Hey, whether it's a blessing or a curse, if it's a curse it can't be avoided."
As soon as she turned around, as expected, Nan Yan locked eyes with a pair of familiar black pupils. The handsome figure who was in a suit and leather shoes as usual stood four to five meters away from her.
The rain became louder and the coldness increased. Nan Yan was pulled back to her senses by the cold wind. With a carefree smile on her face, she asked, "Little Uncle? What a coincidence. Why are you here?"
Fu Jingheng saw the girl's feigned smile quite a few times now, so he basically came to understand that this girl liked to act tougher than she actually was.
"I came here to visit my mother's grave." Fu Jingheng held a black umbrella. Walking forward in his high-end leather shoes, he came closer and looked down at her beautiful and delicate face, as well as her pair of mirthful eyes. Her crystal clear eyes that looked like crescent moons were also particularly charming on this cold rainy day.
Nan Yan glanced at the direction inside the cemetery. Today was the Qingming Festival. Many of the tombs of rich families in Luo City were in this cemetery. His mother has also died many years ago, so it wasn't surprising that he appeared here.
"That's a coincidence. I just finished visiting the grave for my grandfather." Nan Yan tugged her lips slightly, raised her eyebrows, and once again met Fu Jingheng's sullen and mysterious eyes.
"Why is Miss Nan standing here?" Fu Jingheng glanced at the slightly empty parking space below. His long and narrow eyes narrowed into a slit, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Miss Nan didn't have a car to go back into the city?"
Nan Yan was speechless for a while when she heard the words. Why did it sound so weird coming from his mouth?
It was as if he was making fun of her on purpose.
"If Miss Nan doesn't mind, you can take my car back to the city together." Fu Jingheng put his hand into his trouser pocket and added, "The rain is getting heavier."
Nan Yan had a carefree temperament, but her only shortcoming was that she was afraid of the cold. This area was chilly and quite distant from the city. If she continued waiting for the driver at home to come, she might be frozen to death beforehand.
She minded a lot, but...compared with that, she wanted to live a long life and not to be frozen to death even more.
After weighing the pros and cons, Nan Yan smiled knowingly. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Little Uncle."