There were not even a few trees around the desolate and cold cemetery on the hillside. A group of crows stood on the few trees, watching the coming people and croaking. They seemed not to believe that anyone would come here.

Huo Qingcang searched for tombstones one by one, and finally found the tomb he was looking for in the most desolate and silent corner of the cemetery.

A small tomb stood alone on one side, with only a few simple words written on the rough and short tombstone——

Ran Qianqian died on xx, xx, xx

Unlike ordinary tombstones, there are no words written on them to indicate the relationship between the deceased and the person who erected the tomb, such as the tomb of xx’s beloved wife, the tomb of xx’s beloved daughter...

Just like this person named Ran Qianqian, if she dies, no one will miss her.

The area around the tomb was covered with weeds, and there were very few signs of anyone paying homage to her in front of the tombstone. It seemed that even if someone came to pay homage to her, it was an extremely rare few, coming only once or twice a year.

Huo Qingcang stared at the simple tombstone without blinking, and a blurry picture suddenly flashed in his mind.

A handsome young man stood in front of the grave and asked in disbelief: "Are you sure... it's... her?"

The young man's eyes were red, and there was great pain in his voice. Even though he was standing in front of the grave, he still couldn't believe that Ran Qianqian was really dead!

No! She won't die! No! There must be a mistake somewhere!

He couldn't accept her disappearing from his world at all!

"We looked at the body. Although it was a bit rotten due to being soaked in sea water, we could still vaguely see her appearance, and the ID card she carried with her also confirmed that it was her. The most important thing is that the police were under her pillow.

A suicide note was found..."

Standing to the left of the boy was a beautiful girl. Her voice was weak, her head tilted to one side, and she did not dare to face the grave at all. Her eyes showed a complex look of fear and guilt.

"Suicide note..." The man turned his head stiffly, his eyes were extremely empty on his charming and handsome face, and he asked in a trembling voice: "What... what suicide note?"

"The police have determined that she..." The girl gritted her teeth, ignoring the stop of another thin man beside her, and choked up with determination: "She committed suicide!"

"We killed her..." The thin man weakly let go of the hand holding her sleeve. He didn't want to make his friend feel guilty, so he stopped her from telling the truth. But now...

He stared at the grave and resisted the urge to cry, and said softly: "We killed her!"

Ran Qianqian is such a good girl, if it weren't for them...if it weren't for them...

"No—!" A hoarse roar suddenly burst out from the handsome man's throat, shocking everyone who heard it.

He knelt down in front of the grave with a plop, yelling and crying: "It was me! It was me who killed her! It was me! Ran Qianqian... you idiot! Why... why... why don't you wait for me for two more months?"

?Idiot! Why...do you do such a stupid thing for a bastard like me!"

"Qianqian, I don't know, I don't know, you won't do this, Qianqian..." The man lost his mind and frantically picked up the soil covering Qianqian. He couldn't accept her leaving, and couldn't bear her being buried in the

In the dark, cold soil...

"Don't be like this..." The thin man and girl on the side also cried and hurriedly stepped forward to hold him.

"Qianqian..." The man's strength was astonishing. With a flick of his shoulder, he threw the two people who were blocking him far away. He cried and crawled towards the grave again, ignoring the bleeding fingers and the heartbreaking pain and continued to dig at the soil.

"She has been cremated. Even if you open the grave, you won't be able to see her!" the thin man yelled, tears falling down his face like a thread.

But he still scratched the soil and cried sadly...

Huo Qingcang knelt on the ground with a plop. The man in his memory who was picking up the grave was him!

He raised his hands to cover his chest. At that time, the heartbreaking pain was getting more intense.

"Qianqian..." Tears fell down, he knew, he knew why he was so heartbroken.

Just like a certain line in a certain movie, you only know how important she is when you lose her.

Only when he knew he would never see her again did he realize that he really loved her.

"Qianqian...Qianqian..."

There is no way to go back in time. The punishment God gave him for doing something wrong was to let him bear all the pain alone.

She must have hated him very much, and she had never let him see it clearly, either in her dreams or in her memories.

Huo Qingcang knelt in front of Ran Qianqian's grave and cried for a long time. The sun had already set, and he was not afraid at all. It was not until the weeds around the tomb were cleared that he dragged his tired body slowly down the mountain.

Lan Yifeng was tired from crying and fell asleep holding the music box.

Huo Qingcang looked at the sleeping woman with red eyes, feeling extremely complicated.

Last time, she asked him if he loved her. He felt that he couldn't say the word love at all. Once he said it, he seemed to be sorry for someone.

Now he understood that the person he was sorry for turned out to be Ran Qianqian.

He opened the door and got into the car. Lan Yifeng was sleeping soundly, without even showing any signs of waking up. He curled up and nestled in the passenger seat.

He took off his coat and gently covered her body, then took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Chen Zhenjie: I need a photo of Ran Qianqian, you must get one for me.

After the text message was sent, he sat quietly in the car, looking at the thick night outside, listening to the crows not far away, feeling desolate in his heart.

Not long after, Lan Yifeng, who had slept uncomfortably, slowly woke up and found that the surroundings were completely dark.

There was breathing and a familiar smell around her. She turned her head and asked in a vague voice: "Have you finished your work?"

"Um."

The man responded softly and still sat there without moving.

"Then why don't you drive?"

It was too dark, and she couldn't see his expression clearly, let alone understand his thoughts.

"Can you drive?" Huo Qingcang suddenly asked, his voice full of exhaustion.

"meeting."

Hearing what Lan Yifeng said, Huo Qingcang turned his head slightly and looked in her direction. Even in such a dark night, her eyes were still bright.

He actually just asked casually, but he didn't expect that she could actually drive.

"Let me drive?" Lan Yifeng didn't wait for him to answer, got out of the car and came over to him, pushing him into the passenger seat.

She turned the car key and lightly stepped on the accelerator. The performance of the Ferrari was good, but she just stepped on it lightly, and the car rushed out like a sword off its string.

Lan Yifeng looked ahead seriously and said, "What's wrong with you?"

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