Fu Chi heard this, a faint smile flashed in his eyes, then he reached out and gently brushed off a layer of dust in the corner of the tombstone.
"From now on, I will accompany her for the rest of my life. Ruanruan is a very good girl. I think mother, if she were alive, would certainly like her."
"You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine now, I've made it through everything."
"I really like Ruanruan, I hope you all like her too. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't like her. Your son has also inherited your stubbornness."
Jiang Ruan was always looking at Fu Chi.
Looking at his calm demeanor, the world had never treated him kindly, but he still managed to live the life he wanted, the way she liked.
She met him in her deepest abyss, and since then, she stopped having faith in god.
Some things were destined from the beginning.
She didn't say anything, just stood quietly next to him.
Fu Chi noticed her, extended his hand, and held hers.
