Raindrops pattered against the umbrella, sliding down its ribs.
Shen Wanxing's black high heels splashed with mud as she walked with a pale face toward the graveyard. She was surprised to see the man hidden by a pine tree.
Fu Shao was there too!
Through the veil of rain, their eyes met. Shen Wanxing turned her face away to avoid his gaze, holding white daisies in her arms, which she placed in front of the gravestone.
She was attending her own funeral.
"She had no female friends before her death, who are you?" Fu Shao inquired, looking at her with eyes that were too familiar, familiar to the point where he dared not think. "She was in prison for three years, and only the Shen family went there to specifically humiliate her, no one else even saw her."
"A poor student previously sponsored by the Shens, I came to send Shen Wan off," she lied fluently, almost deceiving herself.
Fu Shao simply did not believe her, but he did not want to expose it.
