The rain and mist blurred her vision somewhat.
Many times, she found herself in a dreamlike state.
At this moment, as she looked at the man before her, there was a fleeting moment of uncertainty.
She reached out her small hand and gently touched his cheek.
After a long while, she sighed, "It's you, Brother Siyuan!"
"It's me! Qiqi, it's me, I've come back!"
The umbrella slipped from his hand, and he opened his arms to gently embrace her.
He had never seen Li Jiaqi so desolate before.
She wore a linen long dress, her long hair loose, drenched in the rain.
Standing foolishly, like a sleepwalking shadow, her fingers lightly touching the gravestone.
Touching the man in the photo on the gravestone.
Her pale face showed only deep despair, her eyes were an endless void.
He felt very heartbroken...
Love often brings people two extremes, one end is heaven, the other is hell.
At this moment, she was like an angel with broken wings, falling towards hell.
