The cemetery.
Qiao Zhiyi stood in front of the tombstone, looking at the small photo above. The woman featured delicate features and an elegant demeanor. She was a beauty, but at this age, she had turned into a star.
Perhaps, she had gone to find Dad.
In that world, they had each other's company and wouldn't be lonely.
"Sis…" Qiao Zhiyun was very worried about Qiao Zhiyi. She had hardly slept these days, guarding through the night and busy during the day.
Her visible weight loss made him truly fear for her health.
Qiao Zhiyi turned to look at him, taking his hand with a calm tone, "Zhiyun, from now on in this world, you are the closest person to me."
Qiao Zhiyun stepped forward to embrace her, looking at Shi Jingzhou not too far away, along with Han Ling and Ye Xi.
He comforted her, "Sister, I plan to come back, to stay here and be with you."
