The cemetery was dotted with colorful little flowers everywhere, so beautiful...
Upon entering, everyone's complexion inevitably turned sorrowful. Mu Zisu felt as if his feet were weighed down by a thousand pounds, making it difficult for him to take even a single step.
Mu Zixuan walked gently to the gravestone and bent down to place the white chrysanthemums in her hand, "Xiaoxiao... I'm sorry we're only coming to see you now..."
Mu Ziqing stepped forward, also laying down a bouquet, "Xiaoxiao... we really miss you..."
Mu Zixuan turned to look at Mu Zisu who was standing still not far away, her eyes cast down in sadness before she said to Mu Yingchen and the others, "Dad, Uncle Na Ersi, let Yaoyao stay here with Xiaoxiao for a while, we'll head back first..."
Upon hearing Mu Zixuan's words, everyone couldn't help but sigh inwardly and nodded in agreement, "That's fine..."
After Mu Yingchen, Na Ersi, and the others left, only Mu Zisu remained standing still in the cemetery.
