Lin Cong's tomb was very clean. The three newly inserted incense sticks were still slowly smoking, and an open box of Double Happiness was placed on top. It was obvious that someone had just arrived, and that person must be Zhang Jing.
In the color photo of Cong and I inlaid on the tombstone, Cong's smile is still so clean and beautiful. Cong, don't worry, Jing has been here, she must have forgiven us, let me sleep with you, we don't have to worry about her anymore, she has to find her own happiness, right?
I was so tired that I leaned my head on the tombstone...