I don't know how long it had passed until that figure disappeared into the walkway below, Fan Lingjue finally retracted his gaze, silently looking at the tombstone in front of him, where the photo of Bai Xiexi was forever captured in a moment of smile.
Perhaps, that's how life is, regardless of the glory and splendor one enjoys in life, in death, all turns quietly inconspicuous…
Bai Xiexi's funeral was handled discreetly, and Wang Ruyi and An Xiaoru both came, but they didn't encounter Shu Yimo. It was Adong and the others who dealt with these arrangements…
Fan Lingjue stood there for a long time, and just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard footsteps behind him. Reflexively, he turned his head and Luo Haiming's towering figure came into view.
Luo Haiming looked very haggard, as if aged several years in a short time, his face weather-beaten, beard-stubbled, and considerably thinner.
"You're here."
