The young woman in the bedroom was half-kneeling, holding the hand of another slightly older woman, and pressed it tightly against her face, "Xuanxuan..." Tears fell across her face and fell on her hands, and she wiped the hand on her face gently. "Qinqin, be good in the future. If you are bored, just chat with me in front of my tomb. Be careful not to be caught by those people in the future..." The old woman's voice was gentle and hoarse, and the young woman choked with tears, "Without you, what's the point of all this?"
Jing Qin really hates why he is so special. He wants to be able to grow old together with the person he loves but cannot achieve it. Why does God favor one but not others...
At Qingxuan's funeral, Lin Jingqin stood far away in a black coat, not daring to approach for fear of being recognized. Tears fell silently, and the spring wind blew with the coldness of winter that had not yet dissipated, icy.
Lin Jingqin wore a ring on the ring finger of her right hand and looked quietly at the crowded crowd in black. Qingxuan's voice seemed to be in her ears, "Qinqin, I love you..." As if she was still there.
The surrounding trees made a rustling sound, making it even quieter.
At night, she put lilies and sat in front of the tombstone, looking at the girl's tombstone and chattering. Her tears left traces on the tombstone, which happened to touch the photo of the tombstone.
"Qingxuan, I miss you so much. I feel so lonely without you. It's like I'm 18 years old again. Thank you for appearing by my side Qingxuan..."
Later, every year on April 28th, a woman would come to the tomb and stay for a long time. No one knows how long it lasted.
Purpose: Cherish time