“Xiaoxing, Mom avenged you. Don’t be sad anymore. Be good and listen to Grandma over there.” Xiaoyu gently touched the photo of a little boy on the gravestone. In the picture, he was smiling brightly.
“No one is born gloomy and full of hate. People are just driven to it. Life is only a few short decades, so you should live it to the fullest.”
Sitting by the sea, she looked up at the sky and seemed to see Xiaoxing’s smile. “Come on, Xiaoyu. Your wedding is about to start.”
