That's his tombstone,
Every morning, she would come and stand in front of his tombstone and talk to him.
Every evening, she would come, sit down, touch his photo on the tombstone, and talk to him.
That night, the wind picked up. . .
Under the moonlight, she was seen wearing a black sleeveless dress, walking to his tombstone, holding the monument, and her tears fell on the monument one drop at a time.
At this time, a tall and muscular man in a black suit walked behind her, took off his suit jacket, put it on her body, hugged her, caressed her shoulders, and said, "You should be happy that he is back."
Before that, she loved to say to his tombstone: "We said at that time that we would go to heaven together, but you have forgotten."