Song Yansheng regarded Old Sir Xu as an elder he deeply respected and admired, not just because he was Shi Nuan's grandfather.
After paying respects to Old Sir Xu, the two of them walked towards Shi Nuan's mother's gravesite.
On the way, neither spoke, their myriad thoughts turning into silence.
Song Yansheng held Shi Nuan's hand, and Shi Nuan returned the grip, walking together with their fingers interlocked.
Their steps were firm, their demeanor composed.
As they were nearing Xu Hua's gravesite, Shi Nuan suddenly halted, pointing in a direction: "That person, isn't it Yu Dou?"
Song Yansheng paused, looking in the direction Shi Nuan indicated.
He saw the back of a man wearing a gray-black trench coat, his posture upright, and his figure tall.
But the distance was somewhat far, and with the man swiftly opening the car door and getting in, it was impossible to see his face clearly.
"This car isn't Yu Dou's..." Song Yansheng said.
