A middle-aged man was walking up the path, his right hand clutching a bunch of white spider lilies.
The man had a deeply set face, with high-bridged glasses perched on his noble nose, his every move exuded refinement. Although his face showed signs of aging, one could still see how handsome he had been in his youth.
His gaze swept over Ning Xiaofei's angry little face and landed on the new tombstone behind her. The man spoke softly.
"The cemetery staff gave me this address, I came to see Zilin."
As he spoke, he knelt down and placed the bouquet in front of the tombstone. Watching the man reach out to touch the tombstone, Ning Xiaofei spoke coldly.
"Don't let your dirty hands contaminate her tombstone!"
The man's fingers trembled. He wiped a bit of dirt off the tombstone, stood back up, and his ink-black eyes stared at Ning Xiaofei's face through his glasses.
"Xiaofei, I know you hate me, but... don't I even have the right to offer her a bunch of flowers?"
