It rarely rained in the capital, but today, it rained heavily.
The wind was so strong that it shook the big trees around the cemetery. A line of neatly dressed men in black stood upright in front of a rather dilapidated tombstone.
The leader was also dressed in black. The umbrella he held tilted slightly toward the photo on the tombstone.
The man's eyes were still as deep as the night they had sex, but there was an imperceptible sadness in them.
"Lu Yao, are you an idiot? You didn't even contact me once after being bullied?"
Behind the man stood a row of men in black. Not only were they dressed the same, but even their height and build were identical.
The leader of the men in black frowned in the rain. Ever since that night, the young master had been looking for this woman called Lu Yao. However, Lu Yao seemed to be determined to hide from Zhan Jinghong and never appeared in public. Until some time ago, the young master found her tombstone, along with their little master who had died before he was born.
"Young Master, the rain is getting heavier."
The man behind him offered an umbrella and whispered a warning.
The man at the headstone pushed aside the umbrella and lowered his long, lean frame slowly to touch the headstone.
His eyes, which had been cold and aloof, lost their focus. The sorrow revealed in his deep-set eyes was easily concealed by the dim sky, as if he were staring at the woman in the photo through the tombstone.
The first time they'd met, she'd been bare-faced, with red lips and white teeth. She'd looked at him in horror, and was saying "you, you, you" for a long time, then fled.
At that time, Lu Yao was really similar to her name — like a frightened deer carefully sizing him with her head lowered. Her eyes were wet, making him want to bully her and see her cry.
At the time, he'd been impatient with her. He'd thought she was like any other woman who'd come to him with unrealistic fantasies, and was always up to something.
"Lu Yao, I came too late."
The man's voice was hoarse, even deeper in the rainy night. He gently touched the corner of Lu Yao's eye in the photo. "That adulterous couple and that bastard were going to commit suicide a few days ago. Ha, don't worry. I won't let them die so easily."
The girl in the photo was smiling from the corner of her eye, as if she were quietly listening to him.
There was a long silence. "I'll visit you again when I'm free, Yaoyao." Zhan Jinghong placed the umbrella in his hand beside the tombstone and turned to leave.
The men in black followed without a word.
Passing by the guard, Zhan Jinghong handed over a thick envelope and pointed at Lu Yao's tombstone. His voice was cold and distant. "Please take care of that tombstone and don't let her be exposed to the wind and rain. This is your reward."
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" The guard hurriedly opened the envelope and was greeted by a thick stack of red. He quickly nodded in agreement.
After the group left, the guard was a little puzzled. The people buried here were basically poor people with little savings. How could such an extraordinary person come to visit?
The guard did not know Zhan Jinghong's identity. No one would have thought that the woman buried in this small cemetery was actually related to the young master of the Zhan family, the number one family in the capital.
After that, the line of men in black would often appear at the cemetery. The man standing in front of them always wore a different, well-made suit. He stood in front of the woman's tombstone and spoke softly to the photo on it.
After a long time, Zhan Jinghong also passed away. No one came to see the woman on the tombstone anymore.
The owner of the photo, Lu Yao, had been standing under the tree beside the tombstone all these years. She had not reincarnated for a long time, and her aura was getting fainter. Now, she was just a thin wisp of fog. Before long, her soul would dissipate.
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High summer.
During the time when night and day alternated, the mist would linger, and the sky, which had been silent for so long, suddenly rumbled with thunder and rain.
A bolt of lightning split the sky and slammed into the suite at the Crown Hotel.
In an instant, the sky brightened. The black curtain was lifted by the sunlight, and light shone into every corner of the capital.
No one noticed the sudden storm and lightning just now. The capital remained as calm as ever.
Lu Yao opened her eyes.
The bed under her was wide and soft, and the incense on the coffee table emitted a sweet fragrance. Lu Yao walked to the mirror and looked at the girl in the mirror in confusion.
The mirror in the suite was large and bright. The girl in the mirror was half covered in curly hair. Her fair, beautiful face was smudged with makeup, and her delicate red lips were slightly swollen. The girl's beautiful features were dazzling, despite being slightly immature.
Lu Yao looked at the clothes scattered at her feet and did not react for a long time. The scene in front of her was both familiar and unfamiliar. The waves of pain coming from her body also reminded her of how intense the lovemaking had just been.