There was nothing inscribed on the tablet before the cenotaph.
Chu Cichen stared at it. He then suddenly took out two incense sticks, lit them, and put them down in front of it.
His gaze was pitch-black.
People in their trade didn't have names nor could they have one.
Therefore, even until her death, he didn't know what her name was. He only knew her codename.
Other than him, probably no one in the world would remember her or give her offerings.
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At night.
Shen Ruojing lay in bed with her arms crossed behind her head. Her legs were also crossed. At this moment, her peach blossom eyes were staring at the ceiling.
Hmm, in another two days, it should be her 'death anniversary', right?
She wondered if anyone in this world would remember her.
She then turned over and recalled how Chu Cichen's emotions didn't seem right. He was like a walking corpse, as if his soul had been drawn out by someone.
