"I just want to be alone for a while." Actually, for someone who is not cared about, what does life matter?
Bai Liyan looked at her. "Since you're already here, would you mind accompanying me upstairs?"
Surprised that he would make such a request, Ji Yunhuan did not refuse.
Under the rain curtain, the two of them shared an umbrella. Ji Yunhuan stepped up the stairs in her high heels, one step at a time.
Before long, Bai Liyan stopped. Ji Yunhuan stood behind him, her gaze falling on the tombstone. When she saw the photo, her eyes hardened. "Why is it him?"
Bai Liyan turned to glance at Ji Yunhuan and saw her face turning pale and stiff with a hint of surprise in her eyes. He asked in a low voice, "What, do you recognize him?"
Seeing someone she knew, Ji Yunhuan felt a pang in her heart. "I didn't know his grave was here."
