In front of the tombstone, Shen Mubai kowtowed, burned incense, and paid his respects, but remained silent without a word.
Except for the beginning when he called out 'Mrs. Bai'.
His expression was like the foggy sky, with an elusive and distant quality, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking.
Yu Qingyan quietly stood beside Shen Mubai, burning incense and paying respects alongside him. Her misty eyes never left him.
After a long while, she couldn't help but softly ask, "Mr. Shen, are you blaming me in your heart?"
Shen Mubai was startled and turned to look at her.
Yu Qingyan's delicate eyebrows furrowed, a trace of ineffable melancholy in her expression, "This departed soul must be Miss Lin's mother, I suppose?"
"From your respect for her, one can see your feelings for Miss Lin."
"If it weren't for me… you and Miss Lin wouldn't have separated, and you would surely be happily together!"
"It's all my… entirely my fault…"
