The next day, in the bedroom of the villa.
Lu Mian was dressed in a well-ironed black suit. He patted Jiang Zhi's shoulder with a solemn expression and pulled her into his arms.
Jiang Zhi lifted her head and smiled at him. She picked up the bouquet of chrysanthemum flowers that she had prepared in advance and went to the cemetery with Lu Mian.
Today was the anniversary of the death of Jiang Zhi's mother.
She squatted down and wiped the tombstone with clean water. Looking at the black and white photo of the beautiful woman, she muttered, "Mother..."
"Mom..."
Jiang Zhi lowered her eyes and bit her red lips. Her tears fell on the ground and sank into the soft soil.
Lu Mian stood beside her and bowed respectfully. He tidied up his appearance and said in a clear voice.
