“Boss, it’s time to leave,” Jing Weinan reminded.

Shen Zhining looked at the tombstone one more time before turning around. He’d only walked two steps when he turned back to look at the girl still standing in front of the grave. “You’re not leaving?”

“I…I still want to stay a little longer,” Sheng Jiaoyang said.

Shen Zhining no longer cared about her and left the cemetery.

After he’d left, Sheng Jiaoyang went back to sitting and leaning on the tombstone as if she was snuggling in her mother’s bosom, quietly talking about everything that had happened.

Halfway through, rain suddenly started to pour from the dark sky, going from small drips into a heavy downpour.

Sheng Jiaoyang was quickly soaked. Droplets of water covered...