Ling Yiran pondered for a moment and said, "Gong Nanting was buried in the private cemetery of the Gong family. If you want to see him, unless you have the permission from the Gong family, you know that the Gong family's attitude towards you now is probably not going to agree. When your expert consultation proves that you are not mentally ill, we will find a way to ask you to worship Gong Nanting."

Xia Xi opened her eyes, but the starlight and longing that had just passed in her eyes were dim.

She knew that the Gong family was afraid that she would never allow her to enter the cemetery.

But she... had to go to worship Nan Ting. She owed Nan Ting too much, how could she not go and see him?

After Ling Yiran left, Xia Xi made up his mind secretly.

Late at night, she quietly got up, avoided the hospital security staff, slipped out of the hospital, and took a taxi to the private cemetery of the Gong family.

The money for taking a taxi was the same as before. She asked Ling Yiran for a mobile phone, saying that she wanted to learn about the current society and make it easier to read some news and consultation.

Ling Yiran then made some money into her mobile phone account, so that she could buy anything she wanted online.

But now, she just happened to pay for the bus. In the middle, she specially asked the driver to go to a small shop where she could buy incense, candles and ingots, and bought some worship supplies.

The cemetery at the late night was gloomy and seemed to exude a sense of horror, but for Xia Xi, it was the place she wanted to go in the most.

Although the Gong family arranged security personnel to guard the cemetery, few people would come to such places, especially in the middle of the night.

Xia Xi carefully avoided the security personnel and sneaked into the cemetery.

She didn't know where Gong Nanting was buried, so she could only look for the tombstones one by one. Her eyes looked anxiously at the tombstones, hoping to find them sooner and find Nanting's tombstones before she was discovered.

Suddenly, her steps stopped, and under the moonlight, her eyes fell on a tombstone.

The three words "Gong Nanting" on the tombstone came into her eyes, and her tears suddenly surged out of her eyes and kept sliding down her cheeks.

Then she rushed towards the tombstone tremblingly, and knelt on the ground one after another.

Her knees hit the ground, but she didn't feel any pain. Her hands stroked the name on the tombstone, and tears fell even more fiercely.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Nan Ting, I'm sorry..." The hoarse voice said sorry over and over again. The broken right hand stroked the name on the tombstone again and again, as if stroking the man who protected her with his life.

After so many years, until today, she can't come to worship him!

If he knew about it, would he blame her?

She cried, but was worried that crying too loudly would attract people guarding the garden. Now, she has never even worshipped.

Xia Xi tried hard to suppress her voice and kept sobbing. After a while, she finally took a deep breath, quietly lit the candles and incense she bought, and then knelt in front of Gong Nanting's tombstone, and kowtowed vigorously.

"Nan Ting, I won't let you die in vain. I will... live well in this world and will not waste the life you have earned me. I still have a lot of things to do. Look at me well, look at me in the future, and catch the murderer who killed you!" Xia Xi murmured, "Can you bless me? Bless me to find out the person who killed you!"

The quiet night and the rustling wind sounded like a response to her.

Ling Yiran received a call from the hospital, informing Xia Xi that he had left the hospital secretly. He also found from the surveillance cameras on the hospital that Xia Xi had left alone in a taxi.
Chapter completed!