The tombstone bore a simple two lines.
Ding Fanying
Loving daughter Luo Qiangwei
The man's long legs stood still, his gaze sweeping over the tombstone, finally settling on a bunch of white chrysanthemums at the side.
It was evident that the flowers had been there for several days; their petals had withered.
Mo Shiche's eyes were profound as he stooped down, placing the yellow chrysanthemums he was holding next to the tombstone as well.
He straightened up, one hand tucked into his pocket, and just like that, he stared down at the tombstone with eyes dark and turbulent, indecipherable of emotion.
As the sky gradually darkened, the assistant waiting in the distance couldn't help but step forward to remind him, "President Mo, you've just been discharged from the hospital. You shouldn't stand for too long after a serious illness... It's getting dark now, and cold."
