Song Weiyi sat in Li Liannian's car and arrived at the cemetery on the outskirts of town.
By the time they arrived, it was already 5 o'clock.
It gets dark quickly in winter, and the surrounding light is not as good as during the day. In another hour, it will be completely dark here.
Song Weiyi, holding a bouquet of fresh flowers, said to Li Liannian, "I can go there by myself; you can wait for me in the car."
It is very cold outside, and the wind is life-threatening.
"I'll wait by your side; I won't be in the way, Miss." Only then could he finish his task.
Song Weiyi heard this and said nothing.
But it was Li Liannian who obediently stopped when he was one or two hundred meters away from where Song Weiyi was going to her mother's grave.
However, when he turned around, he accidentally saw a couple sneaking around cautiously.
Li Liannian raised his eyebrows; weren't they the old couple who had been with Song Weiyi just now?
