"Huh?" Yang Fei instinctively looked at Yang Gang in the backseat.
Yang Gang didn't turn his head, his gaze remained fixatedly outside the window, muttering, "It's about to snow."
"Uh..." Yang Lin didn't respond.
Yang Fei looked away, not asking further, and the car fell into a long silence.
Huining city was not far from Hangcheng, after two hours, the car had already stopped at a suburban cemetery in Huining.
The sky in Huining was also gloomy, the heavy dark clouds made one feel depressed.
Yang Fei looked at the cemetery and seemed to realize something, her vision turned black and she almost fainted.
Yang Lin bought three bundles of white carnations, gave one to Yang Gang, and handed another one to Yang Fei: "Your brother is here."
Yang Fei's face turned pale, shaking her head, her body continuously backing away: "No, no, Dad, don't scare me. Gang, how can he be here? Haha, you must be mistaken. Dad, let's go home? Maybe Gang is waiting for us at home."
