Qi Bufan got out of the car with a hesitant expression.
She should not be here…
Qi Bufan heard the driver ask, "Guest, it's already so late. It's not appropriate to hail a taxi. Do you need me to wait for you here?" Thinking that he would come out soon, Qi Bufan nodded.
Qi Bufan's footsteps were a little hurried. His feet stepped on the snow, making crunching sounds. Qi Bufan walked into the cemetery and climbed halfway up the mountain. He saw Dai Chukong kneeling in front of Dai Ruoheng's grave in a black down jacket.
There was a thick layer of snow on the shoulders of her black down jacket.
The girl knelt upright.
She was like an ice sculpture that had been carved into shape by an ice sculptor. When he saw her, Qi Bufan was inexplicably angry.
It was 10am when he left but it was already 6:30pm at night! She had been kneeling here for eight and a half hours?
