Yu Jiangqing turned off the engine and turned to look at Ding Ning. "Don't you want to know what your mother told me?"
Ding Ning pursed her lips slightly. A moment later, she reached out to open the car door and followed Yu Jiangqing out of the car.
Yu Jiangqing reached out to hold Ding Ning's slightly cold hand and led her to Fan Guihua's grave.
Fan Guihua and her father were buried together. He Zhigang was buried far away by Yu Jiangqing. At least in his next life, he couldn't disturb them anymore.
When Fan Guihua was young, she was a famous beauty in the city. Otherwise, she wouldn't have attracted so many troubles.
Ding Ning looked a bit like her.
Ding Ning looked at the woman on the tombstone. The person in the photo was smiling peacefully.
Yu Jiangqing held Ding Ning's hand from beginning to end. He could feel the tension in her body.
The moonlight was bright, without any starlight.
