Qin Xiao took a day off to visit the suburban cemetery.
Her midnight sleepwalking and binge eating all started after the accidental death of her best friend, Mi Yao.
Placing the bouquet in front of Mi Yao's tombstone, Qin Xiao crouched down, her eyes red. Trembling, she tried to touch the beautiful face in the photo on the tombstone, but withdrew her hand as if pricked by needles just before making contact.
Qin Xiao tightly clutched the bag in her arms, murmuring guiltily, "Is it you, what will it take for you to let me go? We agreed to share blessings and bear hardships together, but how did you treat me? This is all your own doing!"
"What do you mean by her own doing?"
A male voice suddenly came from the side, startling Qin Xiao. She stood up and saw a handsome young man standing there holding a bouquet of white roses.
It was Xia Yang, Mi Yao's boyfriend, his eyes carrying questions, pressing closer with each step.
