The rain poured heavily that day.
Si Zhening stood without an umbrella, letting himself be drenched from head to toe.
There was no one around the cemetery except for the Si Family members. Despair and grief weighed down on the air, carrying with it the heavy scent of petrichor, soil and tears. Even up to this day, Father Si and Mother Si knew nothing of the mishaps that befell their daughter. What they knew was only that Si Qingzhao had gotten into a car accident amidst her journey and she breathed her last even before she could be sent to the hospital.
—Nonsense.
What car accident? Everything was just a lie fabricated by Nan Cheng.
Si Zhening felt he was immersed in a dream, one that he couldn't wake up from no matter what he did. The sky was downcast, thick with dark whirling clouds and somehow, what he could remember of that day was only the color tone; black, grey and white.
