It was late at night and there was a crisp sound of knocking in the rental house. An Lan sat in front of the computer and browsed the web page.

Since her rebirth, she has searched online for information about her past three years for the first time.

After typing out the word An Lan, information about her came out.

She slid the mouse and saw her past, all kinds of feelings surged into her heart, and she felt like she was a different world.

The news that the heir of Feng's group was buried for her beloved wife was caught. The news that was so painful that she attracted her attention—

After she opened the computer and saw it from the beginning, she turned off the computer and lay in bed.

The news said that after her death, Feng Yu was in a state of pain and refused to accept the facts.

I spent a lot of money to order a special crystal coffin and placed her body at home, facing each other day and night.

Half a year later, Feng Yu walked out of his grief and buried his beloved wife in the cemetery.

Tomorrow is her day of worship...

An Lan was lying on the bed thinking about it and fell asleep. The next day, she got up early and looked at the drizzle outside the window. After washing up, she took a taxi to the cemetery.

The gray-blue sky is gloomy, and the drizzle adds a bit of wet and cold to this early autumn.

A tall woman in a sports suit, holding an umbrella, walked in the white cemetery, stepping on the stone bricks, as gentle as if she was afraid of disturbing them.

The middle-aged woman who ran into her by the way, looked at her with red eyes, said thanking her, and left in a hurry.

An Lan glanced at her leaving back. There was a cake on the tombstone not far away. The young man in the photo was full of sunshine and was looking at her with a smile.

An Lan withdrew her gaze and continued to walk forward...

After passing through the cemetery, the scenery in front of me became more elegant and quiet. A monument was erected in the cemetery, and a black figure stood with her back.

After a pause, An Lan's eyes opened slightly wide, looking at the familiar back, a look of surprise appeared on her face-

Ling Yichen!

Why was he here? Was he here to worship her?

But, it seems that they don’t know each other?

Ling Yichen did not notice anyone behind him. He placed the bouquet in his hand in front of the tombstone and stood without saying a word. The bright woman on the tombstone looked at him quietly.

The breeze blew, and the falling leaves were stuck on the tombstone. He reached out his hand and gently removed the fallen leaves, and his fingertips seemed to pass through her face unintentionally.

An Lan stood behind her back, unable to see his movements clearly, and subconsciously moved his steps, but a crisp sound came from his feet.

The sound was not loud, but Ling Yichen noticed it. He suddenly turned around and looked at An Lan coldly.

After being discovered by peeping, An Lan touched her nose awkwardly, smiled and said hello: "Mr. Ling is such a coincidence, are you here to visit the grave?"

She said, glanced at the name on the tombstone, "An Lan, are you friends?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Ling Yichen replied with a very cold and stern face.

An Lan choked for a moment, subconsciously touched her nose, and thought to herself: You come to worship me, but you still say it is not my business?

Thinking of this, she looked at the tombstone again. The red roses were beautiful and with water droplets. She felt even more surprised. Ling Yichen even knew that she liked roses.

But why did she have no impression of him?

"It's a pity that he died at such a young age. Mr. Ling, she can't be your girlfriend, right?" An Lan seemed not to see the coldness on his face, and still asked curiously.

After Ling Yichen looked at her, he turned his head and stared at the woman on the tombstone, with a little sadness in his eyes and no words for a long time.

An Lan stood beside him and looked at him curiously. He was like a statue, silent but with a desolate smell, as if some unspeakable sadness spread on him.

For some reason, An Lan felt a bit strange in her heart. She turned to look at the tombstone. She smiled brightly and movedly, and her eyes were as bright as countless stars gathered.

This photo freezes her most beautiful time. However, she did not wait for her own happiness and closed her eyes with deep regrets.

A long time later, a low voice came from my ears—

"no."

An Lan was slightly stunned, looked at Ling Yichen's sad side face before he realized that he was answering himself.

"Oh." An Lan responded, and the answer he had known in his heart was not sure how to answer the moment he heard it.

The next second, she asked curiously: "Then how did you meet her?"

She couldn't help but feel curious. She thought she might meet someone from the Feng family today, but who knew she met an unexpected Ling Yichen.

Ling Yichen didn't want to answer her question, and turned around coldly to leave, but stopped after seeing a dark shadow.

An Lan shrugged behind her back, and as she turned around, she glanced at a figure walking towards her, and her face changed slightly—
Chapter completed!