Having said that, Luo Qiangwei lifted her hand and took off the wedding ring she was holding.
Her fingers became clean and unadorned with no symbol of love, as if she were no longer bound by any obsession.
She bent down and placed the ring on him.
Mo Shiche struggled to squint at her, his Adam's apple moved with difficulty, as if he desperately wanted to say something, but in the end, the drug paralyzed his nerves, and he completely lost consciousness.
Luo Qiangwei didn't glance at him again but turned and walked deeper into the cemetery, supporting her stomach.
A cold breeze blew.
It scattered the wreath laid before the gravestone, and the white petals drifted with the wind, vanishing without a trace.
...
Luo Qiangwei emerged from the dense thicket in the deeper part of the cemetery, onto a secluded path.
Liansu was already waiting by the car; upon seeing her standing upright, he asked, "Miss Luo, has the Young Master fallen unconscious?"
