The cemetery at dusk in the cold weather of November was truly devoid of people, the occasional rustle of huge maple trees along the path added to the tinge of melancholy. Maybe that's why Jin Renguang chose to come here after he got off work. It had been a few days since Yan Jihuan's fifth death anniversary and to be honest, Jin Renguang didn't have any intention to visit her grave, ever.
Regardless of whether her name was supposed to be inked beside him in the marriage certificate.
However, he did. Not because of Yan Jihuan, but because he had to start pursuing his own happiness.
Jin Renguang realized that no matter how many times he tried to tell Ru Meiqi that nothing mattered anymore, deep inside his heart, he still couldn't let it go. He was just this kind of person, petty and despicable, couldn't let go of the slightest bit of grievance. Sadly, the person whom he loathed had already been buried three feet underground.
