"Mu Qiu!" Looking at the gilded name on the tombstone, Ye Xiu shed tears. The people who had promised to work hard together were now leaving. Ye Xiu covered his face weakly, Mu Qiu, what should I do? . . . Ye Xiu, who turned around and walked out of the cemetery, didn't see a hazy young man sitting quietly on Su Muqiu's tombstone, ""Axiu, how could I let you be alone. . . . . "Mu Qiu, is it you?" "I just realized that I've always been here, Asiu."