Feng Jinghan involuntarily quickened his pace, but suddenly, he stopped in his tracks as if struck by a paralyzing force.
The rain continued to fall tirelessly. He lacks the courage to turn his head to look.
A casual glance moments ago revealed a photograph.
The picture embedded within the tombstone struck him like a bolt of lightning.
His hands clenched tightly together. Despite surviving countless life-and-death predicaments, he felt his courage drain away at this moment.
Although he had imagined countless scenarios, he never thought that one day he would come across a cold tombstone.
No, it can't be. He must have been seeing things. It could just be someone who looks similar.
Xiao Zhu... Xiao Zhu wouldn't be lying there. Never.
Jinghan's courage to turn his head did not come, and he allowed the rain to pelt down upon him.
He wiped the rain off his face, the mixture of rain and tears stung, and it was difficult to differentiate between the two.
