Lu Zhanbei didn't say anything. He just held the person in his arms tighter.
Both of them quietly embraced each other like that. Not knowing how much time had passed, Lin Wanwan finally let him go.
At this point in time, she no longer had tears in her eyes. Both her eyes were red, and she looked down.
Lu Zhanbei took two steps back and quietly stood behind her. He observed her every move.
She just stood rooted to the ground and watched as people came and left one after another.
When the sun sank, Luo Han and An Qiao left as well.
The entrance of the cemetery, which was originally full of people, gradually recovered its desolate state. In the end, there was only one person left in the big cemetery.
Si Han was like a statue. He stood upright in front of Lin Xiao's monument.
That hardened back view made Lin Wanwan feel a sense of silent depression.
She slowly bit her lips. A trace of rare helplessness was revealed on her face.
