Things she used to find funny now only caused a deepening of the pain. He should have been there to laugh with her, or at her, or just near her. He should be making his espressos in that damn expensive machine and complaining about the price of eggs. But most of all he should be there to hug her goodnight and kiss her before he left for work. She missed all that. Now there was just a graveyard, a stone that bore his name and his cold body beneath the soil.
Every memory played like a song in her head, repeating itself for what seemed like forever. She felt lost mostly because she had lost a big part of her, a part where she couldn't get back.
Li Bingbing stood there for hours. Her children were already taken by Xia Sinian's grandparents and the only ones left in the cemetery were Lu Xian Yu, his brother, and Xia Meilin.
