She couldn't believe what she was seeing on the gravestone, feeling somewhat dazed and doubting its reality.
"Do you have a friend named Shen Qingqing?" Her voice was choked up, shaking continuously, yet she tried her best to restrain her emotions.
She lifted her foot, unconsciously stepping forward.
She saw that all around the grave, chrysanthemums had been planted, and on the other side of the grave grew perfume lilies. Being in the midst of summer, the flowers were in full bloom, and their rich fragrance filled the air.
"She's not my friend," Bo Jingcheng said hoarsely.
Ji Shunuan was somewhat startled, watching as Bo Jingcheng carried a bottle of liquor forward and poured it into a cup nearby.
"Then what is this?" Ji Shunuan's heartbeat quickened, a different idea surfacing repeatedly in her mind.
She dared not imagine.
