Xu Jiaxi stared at the tombstone in front of her. The inscription was clearly engraved: Tomb of his wife Gu Jiaren. On the lower left is Fu Linfeng's name. In early April, a cool mountain breeze blew by, and Xu Jiaxi wrapped her coat around her thin body. A cold body is not as cold as a cold heart. Xu Jiaxi thought to herself: What did Gu Jiaren get after spending her short life, a cold tombstone? Or was it Fu Linfeng's lifelong guilt for her? If it's the latter, it seems to be worth it.
Xu Jiaxi and Fu Linfeng had been entangled for so many years, but in the end they cleverly missed each other.
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