Rain mingled with mud, along with her ferocious face and the gloomy aura of the cemetery, made her resemble a ferocious ghost risen from the grave.
Her resentful voice raised the hair on people's skin.
As she bowed her head crying, a bouquet of flowers was suddenly laid in front of the tomb.
She looked up, a man she did not recognize.
"Who the hell are you! "
"I'm Cheng Tianhao's friend, Gao Tianhong. I heard about his mishap, so I came to visit." The man seemed to be in his thirties, wearing a neat black suit, like an elite.
"I know all of Tianhao's friends. I've never seen you before." Su Ruohan looked at him suspiciously.
"He didn't get a chance to introduce me to you." Gao Tianhong said, his expression one of great sadness.
Su Ruohan was moved to sadness too; she felt tears welled up in her eyes again and they started to trickle down.
