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After the memorial service ended, Jiang Nan's ashes had also been buried.
The graveyard was silent.
As night fell, Situ Yunshu still hadn't left; she stood before the tombstone, gazing at Jiang Nan's photograph.
In the photo, his smile was warm and gentle, as if he were right beside her.
Even at this moment, Situ Yunshu still couldn't believe he was truly gone.
He really had left this world.
Hai Que placed white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone, gently touching the cold stone with one hand, "Jiang Nan, have a safe journey."
She slowly stood up, "Yunshu, it's time to go."
"You go ahead, I want to stay with him a bit longer."
During the toughest moments of her life, Jiang Nan was always by her side.
Now, she wanted to keep him company again.
Hai Que knew she couldn't persuade her; everyone else had left, but she remained.
Presumably, there were still many things she wanted to say to Jiang Nan; their relationship had always been very good.
