Her tone was certain.
A flicker of surprise passed through Charles's deep blue eyes.
Ji Anning keenly caught that, confirming her own guess.
Charles didn't respond to her words, but said coldly, "Regardless, bowing to her grave is the least you should do."
"I think so too," Ji Anning nodded, then she bent down to kneel, placing her hands on the ground, and solemnly kowtowed three times to Wucai's tombstone.
Bowing to a deceased person isn't shameful, especially when the other party was probably much older than her.
"Let's go."
Charles, his gaze lowered, watched Ji Anning finish her kowtow, greeted her indifferently, and then turned to walk back.
Ji Anning got up and took another deep look at the name of the tomb's owner, Wucai.
'Anything related to Acai… he, Ji Zhengdao, shall not possess…'
Ji Anning suddenly remembered what Charles had said to her that day, Acai... was Wucai the same person?
Then… the photo of that woman on his bedside table… could that be this Wucai?
