At a glance, it seemed like a neatly arranged square formation. If there really were ghosts and spirits, this place could potentially form a neighborhood. Before evening, groups of old and young could come out to chat and gather, with blue mountains and green waters for neighbors — how pleasant that would be. Ye Tian was lost in such boundless daydreams when Tang Su came to a stop.
This was a relatively quiet corner, probably considered a VIP section in this cemetery.
"The Tomb of the Beloved Wife, Jie Zihuan."
"This is your mother?"
"Mhm."
Like meeting an old acquaintance, Tang Su sat down quietly next to the tombstone, also gesturing to Ye Tian, "Sit down."
"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
Tang Su smiled, "You even dared to stick needles into my grandfather's heart, and now you're afraid to sit by a tombstone? Come on, sit down."
With a hint of challenge in her eyes, Ye Tian's blood rushed, and he plonked down beside the tombstone, also shooting a look back at Tang Su.
