The tears on her cheeks slowly dried, but she did not move. Standing by Jiang Fengmian's grave, she was oddly at peace.
A gentle breeze made the leaves flutter. The breeze made her feel comfortable; it was as if an invisible hand was caressing her cheek.
A soft smile spread on Jiang Yingyue's face, her eyes glistened, but she was happy. She finally had the chance to say everything that had been on her heart for so long. She had let it all out, and now she was finally able to move on completely.
Han Qingshan saw that she had finished talking. He quickly went to her side and looked at her. "Why don't you go and wait for me over there?" Han Qingshan asked, and Jiang Yingyue nodded her head. She expected that Han Qingshan also had some words to say to Jiang Fengmian.
Seeing that she had gone a slight distance, Han Qingshan looked at the grave and sighed.
