After the funeral ended.
Fang Mengzhu watched as her parents' coffins were laid into the graves. The once bustling scene gradually grew quiet.
She sat alone in front of the grave, dazed.
No one knows how much time passed.
Footsteps echoed from behind her.
They slowly approached her side and squatted down.
A hand pressed onto her shoulder.
Fang Mengzhu turned her head.
Only to see Shan Shidong gazing at her with deep affection, completely ignoring the surroundings, he said:
"Mengzhu, I've actually liked you for a long time, I'm sure you can feel it, right? Rest assured, even though your parents have died, I will protect you from now on. From now on, you are my woman."
Seemingly a confession, but in truth more like an insult.
Fang Mengzhu's face suddenly turned cold.
