The gardenias were blooming, but it was a pity that she couldn't see them.
The man stood in front of the tomb, looking at the woman in the photo with a smile on her face, and knelt down. He knew that her favorite since childhood was gardenias.
Li Meng, look, I planted a piece of gardenia in front of your grave, do you still like it?
If there is an afterlife, I hope she can be as flawless, gorgeous and worry-free as a summer gardenia. The man prayed silently in his heart.
The heavy rain was heavy, and the man was baptized by the rain like a sculpture. The raindrops fell from his hair and chin, and fell on his heart.
The man knelt for seven days. He knew that even if he knelt for seven days, he could not atone for his fault.
After all, he was the one who shot her with love in his heart.
Intention: Helpless, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallows return