Lu Er slowly, slowly turned her neck until she saw the hairpin, and her emotions suddenly became agitated.
But she hadn't had time to speak before her vision went dark, and she fainted.
Looking at the fainted Lu Er, Ye Qingyu tightened his jaw.
"Swoosh!"
With the sound of thunder, torrential rain poured from the sky, as if even the heavens were weeping for this moment, for Gan Di's passing.
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The rain poured down heavily.
Ye Qingyu knelt on both knees before Gan Cheng's tombstone.
His whole body was already soaked, rainwater dripping down from his hair and clothes.
He took off his cap, his entire expression extremely grim.
He stared at the tombstone, memories flashing through his mind, of Gan Cheng in his dying moments, his pair of emaciated hands clinging tightly to his wrist, pleading, "Please take good care of Gan Di."
That was Gan Cheng's greatest wish in life...
Ye Qingyu lowered his head.
His heart hurt, the pain felt as if it would tear him apart.
