As the sound of Yang Sheng's footsteps moved away gradually, only Qi Lei remained in front of the tombstone alone.
With his tall figure standing in the hazy rain, the entire world seemed more bleak and melancholic. His dark figure was engulfed in the thick evening mist as he was desolate.
Qi Lei looked on quietly at Wang Qin's picture on the tombstone. He slowly bowed down and reached out to wipe the rain from the picture. As he wiped it, he suddenly stopped, and his bloodshot eyes could not help but begin to tear up.
