But she could only bite her teeth hard and follow, for she couldn't be so impulsive, otherwise the enemy wouldn't have to be defeated, and she would first be imprisoned.
The weather was gloomy, and on New Year's Eve, it was destined to snow, perhaps starting by the afternoon.
When Qin Haiming arrived at the cemetery, he was also shocked and couldn't calm down for a long time.
"Will you find out who did all this?"
Qin Mu turned to look at him, her eyes utterly cold, as she could only hold herself back from accusing and scolding him.
"I will!"
Qin Haiming promised, but he couldn't help but lower his head to look at the broken tombstone again.
How carelessly must this tombstone have been made to break so easily?
Or how much hatred must that person have to smash her mother's tombstone?
"You also have to repair my mother's tombstone."
Qin Mu looked at him again, clasping her hands tightly before crying, reminding him.
She was trembling, Qin Haiming could see it.
