Zhou Zhi felt that this was a very strange feeling. He was dead, but he was still alive.
He was a timeless body.
He looked at Su Xiaolu quietly and watched her cry. Zhou Zhi sighed softly.
Fortunately, this was only for a short time. His Xiaolu would continue on the path she had to take. One day, he would tell her that they would meet again in the future.
Zhou Zhi watched as Su Xiaolu calmly dealt with his funeral arrangements and quietly buried him by the peach tree they had planted together. According to his wishes, she did not carve a tombstone.
Su Xiaolu accompanied him here for several years. She was so quiet that she seemed to have become one with the mountains and rivers.
It was as if she was the only one left in the world. Zhou Zhi's heart ached when he saw this. Fortunately, time would calm everything down.
