Staring at the stern face of the man on the gravestone, he was smiling towards the camera, his eyes crinkling at the edges, and deep love hidden in his long, narrow pupils.
But, this smile.
She had never owned it to this day.
Ke Qing sat on the damp bluestone floor, gazing dazedly at the man's face, and tremblingly reaching out to touch his brows and eyes.
"Are you, taking revenge on me?"
Her voice was hoarse and unpleasant.
"You loathe me, so that's why all these things are happening now, right?"
Despite so many years, more than a decade, she was still living under that shadow.
She hated herself too, in the end, she lost everything.
"But, why use such cruel means? Xiting, do you love Wen Susu so much? So much that you want me to lose everything, to make me… so filled with despair?"
Ke Qing's red eyes stared at the handsome man on the gravestone, almost screaming at the end.
Fu Yuhua is dead, her most beloved daughter is dead.
In such a horrendous way.
