The rain was drizzling, not heavy, but it felt particularly uncomfortable when it dripped on its body.

It's cool, cold, until it's biting, and until it's biting.

There was a stone slab in front of them, and there was a photo of a woman inlaid. The woman in the photo had the unique charm of a woman and a slightly sharp face curve like a man. She was a very beautiful beauty.

pity……

The photo is black.

No matter how evil the person above smiles, the photos are still dark.

The rain washed the tombstone, and the water slid down the tombstone drop by drop, passing through the woman's face, which was sad and charming.

The boy gently placed the flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone and was silent.

There were many people following the boy, and there were more than forty people, as if a class was coming to mourn.

They are students who have taught women, and they have been trained rather than taught.

But surprisingly, no one in the women's class is unsuccessful, even though they were just high-end, rich rogues before.

Do you know...how dark the world without you?

Do you know...how the world without you makes them feel heartbroken?

Do you know... a world without you is a sea without water?

It is better to drown in the tenderness you left unintentionally than to leave the water and become a suffocating fish.

You were so cruel to throw them all away and suffocate them.

It is obvious that they should have let go... Three years are enough for them to find new comfort, so why do they still stick to it? It's so stupid.

"It's so great..." Behind him was the intoxicating voice of a man like red wine.

The teenagers turned their heads and saw an incredibly exquisite and handsome man.

They don't know each other.

The man approached the boy and walked straight to the woman's tombstone, "Di Ling'an..."

This person?

Meet Di Ling'an?

Why don't they know?

"I really want to thank this woman for lending her body to the city, otherwise neither Shaojue City nor Di Ling'an would exist."

This woman?

Isn’t this woman Di Ling’an?

Who is Shaojue City?

The man suddenly smiled, "Are you surprised? This woman is not Di Lingan Charlotte at all. Her real name is Heather Charlotte, but her soul died in infancy."

"The soul that replaced Heather Charlotte was called Di Lin'an Charlotte, who changed the fate of Heather Charlotte."

Heather...Charlotte? In other words...Isn't this body even Di Ling'an's...

The soul is gone long ago...

So what traces of Di Ling'an's existence in this world?

Too unfair...

The man curled his lips and smiled particularly well, "I can't stand it because she's so persistent."

The man's eyes are cold, so cold that they cannot penetrate the light.

After saying that, the man turned around and left, leaving behind a cold and arrogant back.

Who is she?

The young man in charge squatted down, stroked the woman's face in the photo, and gently pressed his lips against the cold tomb.

The tomb is cold, and the lips are indeed warm...

Now? Do you feel it? I love you...

It is not your body that loves you, but your soul, where are you...

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So this is an extra article, and I should also guess who the man who was slamming was. So, after all, I still can't write literary and artistic things.
Chapter completed!