Ren Chuqing turned around and began to place the wine and dishes she had brought in front of the tombstone.
Because burning incense and paper money was prohibited in the cemetery, she didn't light any incense. Instead, after arranging the ritual offerings, she pressed her hands together in prayer and murmured softly, "Uncle Wen, this might be the last time I come to visit you. I hope you can rest in peace."
Perhaps they would meet underground, but who could say for certain? And if they really did meet, what would she say to Uncle Wen?
Apologize that she hadn't taken good care of Ah Qing?
Or would she tell him that the current Wen Muqing wasn't someone who would be hurt by emotions, assuring Uncle Wen that Ah Qing and he were completely different people?
So she just watched quietly, somewhat entranced by the handsome face on the tombstone that bore some resemblance to Wen Muqing.
"Did you come here with Qin Jingzhi's knowledge?" Wen Muqing's voice suddenly rang out unexpectedly.
