Qi Wang stood up and put down the bouquet of lilies in his hand.
“I was just curious and came over to take a look. I didn’t expect the person in the photo to be so beautiful and so young. I felt a little sad for a moment.”
Yan Xi walked forward. Her mother’s house was often cleaned, and her grandfather often came to visit, so it was always very clean.
The offerings were all the freshest. Yan XI replaced the bouquet that was already a little wilted, lit some incense sticks, and bowed.
Qi Wei put his hands in his pockets and looked at it for a moment. He also came forward and bowed with his hands together. His posture was pious.
“Such a beautiful and gentle person. Even though they are separated by Yin and yang, I’ll treat it as if we know each other. I hope you’ll have a peaceful and happy life in the future.”
Yan XI: “Thank you, but Uncle Qi, my mother doesn’t like lilies.”
