Her ex-husband died for some reason a few years ago. Every year on his death anniversary, Lingzhi would visit him with a bouquet of lilies.
In the fifth year, Lingzhi went to the cemetery to express her condolences as usual. This time, there was someone beside her.
The man held a bouquet of bright red lilies in his arms and looked at the tombstone with no sadness or joy in his eyes.
When the fog cleared, the photo on the monument was revealed - no different from the man's pale face.
His name is Xunwu.
-The whispers of the mountain mist are your whispers.
-I miss you thousands of times.
1V1, two places, fateful encounter, healing and redemption
Intention: Clear away the dense fog and embrace life
