"Mother, I brought my lover with me tonight," Wu Jinhai's soft voice broke the silence of the night.
He was facing his mother's tomb, and standing beside him was Bai Chen. It seemed Bai Chen had complicated feelings in his heart after hearing the question Wu Jinhai threw at him before the black-haired man finally moved to speak to his mother.
Wu Jinhai talked about how he wanted to spend his time in this place like his mother, and that meant the man was indirectly talking about death. For a moment, Bai Chen was worried that the older man had suddenly killed himself just because his grandmother disapproved of his choice, but he knew that he was thinking too much because Wu Jinhai smiled at him before reaching out his hand to caress the top of his head.
His smile was radiant and full of vigor, which was why Bai Chen could conclude that Wu Jinhai still wanted to live, and maybe what he said before only reflected where he wanted to be buried after his death.
