At this moment, Ding Chen Tai held a bouquet of red roses and crouched down in front of Meng Jingyi's grave. His face was still swollen on one side, and he was injured in several places, making him look somewhat disheveled.
He stared at the woman's smiling face on the tombstone for a moment, then placed the bouquet of roses in front of the tombstone, his voice sounding a bit hoarse, "Foolish woman, I've come. Are these roses pretty? During your lifetime, you said you liked red roses. How about every time I come, I bring you a bouquet?"
In her lifetime, he never gave her a single flower. Now that he thinks about it, apart from giving her a bracelet as compensation when they broke up, he never gave her anything. No matter what festival it was, whether she reminded him or not, he never paid attention.
The woman in the photograph had a sweet and cute smile, no matter what he said, she always smiled radiantly.
But, she will never answer him again!
