After Ke Yuan died, Chi Yan was free. He was no longer trapped by Jiang Yan and transferred his company back to China. He thought about Ke Yuan every day and would visit him in front of the cemetery when he was free. Instead of sending white chrysanthemums, he bought a lot of tulips and placed them in front of the monument.
"A Yuan, look, the tulips are blooming..."
As he spoke, he knelt in front of the tombstone, hugging the tombstone and crying.
"Every year from now on, when tulips bloom, I will send them to you. Take good care of yourself in heaven. I will come to see you often."
The breeze blew again, and he seemed to see Ke Yuan's figure again, smiling happily, waving to him, running to hug him, and hugged him tightly.
Even though Ke Yuan is no longer here, he can feel that he is around.
Voices from two worlds, both of them seemed to feel each other's presence.
Ayuan, I love you.
Brother Chi, I love you too.
Intention: None
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