Six months later.
At the burial site, Tang Mo'er placed a single flower in front of the tomb stone. In accordance with Lu Jinwen's wishes, he had been buried together with Lin Xuanji and their names were written on the same tombstone.
Lu Jinwen was the most clueless about love, but no matter what, he was the most faithful man.
He stopped breathing while holding Lin Xuanji in his arms. The bloody tears that came out of his eyes stained the entire icy-cold bed, just like opium poppy flowers which blossomed under the most desperate conditions.
It was breathtaking.
That was probably all the love he could ever afford this lifetime.
"Mommy, have Grandpa and Grandma gone to heaven? Have they become stars in the sky?" Little Gu Yelin tugged on his mommy's sleeve.
