In her mind flashed the rugged and sorrowful silhouette of Ji Zhengdao.
The pain of losing sons and daughters time and again, how on earth had the old man endured it...
Ji Anning glanced over the three gravestones and stopped in front of Ji Weisen's.
On the black tombstone was a photo; the man in the photo wore an army-green shirt, his lips slightly upturned, his demeanor gentle as jade.
Those smiling eyes, it was as if... as if they were watching her, smiling at her.
It made her feel an indescribable warmth.
Without thinking, she stepped closer, bent down, and gently brushed a dead leaf hanging on the tombstone.
"Anning."
Suddenly, the voice of Yang Yufang calling her came from behind.
She jerked her hand back in fright.
Yang Yufang had already reached her side, and she straightened up.
Fearing that this was some forbidden place, she looked at Yang Yufang apologetically and explained, "I saw a cat and followed it here."
