"What's wrong?"
Gu Shimo glanced at Ye Qingwan and then looked ahead.
Ye Qingwan pursed her lips and looked at his big hand that was holding the steering wheel. It was slender and clean, with distinct joints.
She smiled absentmindedly." Brother, do you still remember what my mother looked like?"
"I remember."
Gu Shimo's voice was low and magnetic.
"You miss Auntie Ye?"
"Yes."
"Well, why don't we go to the cemetery first, if you're not very hungry?"
"I'm not hungry."
"Alright, then I'll go see Aunt Ye and Uncle Ye first before coming back for dinner."
Gu Shimo's heartache for Ye Qingwan started when she lost her parents.
Before that, Ye Qingwan had chased after him and called out softly,"Brother Shi Mo.""
He had never been passionate about her.
Regarding her words of "Brother Shi Mo, I want to be your bride when I grow up"...
He didn't take it seriously.
——
The cemetery was very quiet.
