Everyone was shocked, and they all turned to look in the direction where the voice came from
Not far away, in the rain and mist, a person holding a black umbrella appeared at the entrance of the cemetery.
She walked over slowly, stepping on the puddles made by the drizzle.
The lead-colored tombstones were covered with wild grass that grew wantonly. The deep green contrasted with the black from top to bottom. When the black umbrella was lifted slightly, a pale white appeared that was like the bright moon in the sky.
It was a slender hand holding the umbrella handle, revealing half of her smiling face.
"I didn't even have to think much about it to guess that you will be here."
Liang Jun raised his heavy eyelids in shock and stared blankly at the young woman who was holding an umbrella. His soul seemed to have found a place to return to, and he trembled slightly in disbelief.
"Tang Susu…"
The rain fell.
