"Aren't you looking for him?" Tang Jin looked at her, perplexed.
"But I think he probably doesn't want to be disturbed at this moment."
Xia Yiwan said, her eyes fixated on the figure that stood in front of the tombstone.
Dusky twilight began to blanket the sky.
Si Mo squatted down, softly wiping the tombstone before resting his head against the cold stone.
He remained silent for a long time.
Tang Jin took Xia Yiwan back to Dijing Tiancheng. However, even as night fell, Si Mo had not returned.
Xia Yiwan had made several phone calls, but Si Mo ignored them all. She finally sent a text message: "I'm sorry for my mistake, I shouldn't have made decisions without consulting you. Can you forgive me?"
Half an hour passed, but Si Mo did not reply.
She sent another: "I realize my mistake. Come back, I'll leave myself at your disposal, okay?"
No reply.
"I know I was wrong, woo woo..."
Still no reply.
