He held Jiang Lan's hand, and she subconsciously wanted to break away, but she held back.

The cool night wind blew on his face like fine needles, and Jiang Lan subconsciously wrapped her coat tightly around her body.

This is Lu Jingchi's coat, with a faint fragrance of gardenia, still as familiar as ever.

Crossing the bluestone road, you come to an independent tombstone.

Under the illumination of the street lamp, Jiang Lan saw clearly the black and white photo on the tombstone - Grandma Zhang.

Jiang Lan's eyes flashed, and he quickly broke away from Lu Jingchi and ran over. When he saw this photo, all his fears disappeared.

Instead, there is endless sadness and guilt.

She slowly raised her hand and stroked the photo, the tip of her nose felt sour.

This old man gave her warmth and the courage to live when she was most helpless and sad.

But she didn't let Grandma Zhang have a good ending.

It was she who caused Grandma Zhang to lie down here, and it was all because of her.

The overwhelming sadness made Jiang Lan's body shaky. She held on to the tombstone and slowly knelt down.

If it weren't for her, Grandma Zhang might still be alive today.

Lu Jingchi stood behind her, looking at her thin and lonely back, took out a cigarette and lit it.

The night breeze blew gently, making the flowers and plants on the roadside rustle.

This is the most expensive cemetery in Lin'an. The environment is very good but the price is expensive.

But what's the use? Those who sleep underground will never see it.

It's just a living person who uses it to seek comfort for himself.

Jiang Lan had a lot to say, but when the words came to her mouth, all she could say was a tearful "I'm sorry."

She should not recognize Grandma Zhang, let alone covet her warmth.

It was all her fault that caused this frail old man to die a happy death.

Jiang Lan bent his back little by little, almost kneeling in front of the tombstone, as if he was piously apologizing.

Lu Jingchi threw the cigarette in his hand and said, came to Jiang Lan and squatted down, grabbed her arm and helped her up.

"People cannot be resurrected, so don't be sad."

When Jiang Lan heard this, her eyes turned red and she slowly turned her head to look at Lu Jingchi.

The dim street lights shrouded the two of them, and Lu Jingchi's dull face seemed to be covered with a soft filter, dulling the sharpness of his facial features.

For a moment, Jiang Lan seemed to see him ten years ago.

"Lu Jingchi." Jiang Lan called him hoarsely, his voice was very soft and distant.

"Have you ever been sad?" Jiang Lan stared at him with burning eyes, "Do you know what sadness is?"

After knowing him for twenty years, Jiang Lan suddenly remembered that she was kind-hearted and had never seen Lu Jingchi show any sadness.

He is like an emotionless machine. He will not be sad because of someone's death or departure, just like he is born without a heart.

Lu Jingchi also looked at her, their eyes met, and silence fell between them.

Jiang Lan's voice rang out in the silence, "Your father is dead, are you sad?"

"When Lu Xiyun and her two young children died, did you feel unbearable for a moment?"

"There are also those innocent lives who died under Si Ning's car. Do you think of the shattered families behind them?"

"And those stray animals adopted by Fengqin, they... what did they do wrong?"

"Grandma Zhang..." Jiang Lan counted his sins in detail, his voice trembling, "Did you think that I would be sad?"

"You clearly know how important Grandma Zhang is to me..."

Lu Jingchi squatted quietly in front of her, saying nothing or showing any emotion.

It was as if what Jiang Lan said had nothing to do with him and he was just a quiet observer.
Chapter completed!