He held Jiang Lan's hand, and she subconsciously wanted to break free, but she held it back.

The cool breeze at night blew on his face like a fine needle, and Jiang Lan subconsciously wrapped his coat tightly.

This is Lu Jingchi's coat, with a faint fragrance of gardenia, and it is still as familiar as ever.

Cross the bluestone road and come to a separate tombstone.

Under the reflection of the street lights, Jiang Lan saw the black and white photos on the tombstone - Grandma Zhang.

Jiang Lan's eyes flashed, and he quickly broke free from Lu Jingchi and ran over. When he saw this photo, all his fear disappeared.

In place is endless sadness and guilt.

She slowly raised her hand and stroked the photo, her nose sore.

This old man gave her warmth and the courage to live when she was most helpless and sad.

But she did not give Grandma Zhang a good ending.

It was her who caused Grandma Zhang to lie down here, all because of her.

Sadness came overwhelmingly, Jiang Lan's body was shaking. She held the tombstone and slowly knelt down.

If it weren't for her, Grandma Zhang might still be alive.

Lu Jingchi stood behind her, looked at her thin and lonely back, and touched a cigarette and came out to light it.

The night breeze blows, making the flowers and plants rustle on the roadside.

This is the most expensive cemetery in Lin'an, with a good environment and an expensive price.

But what's the use? People who sleep in the ground will never see it.

It is just a living person who seeks comfort for himself.

Jiang Lan had a lot to say, but when the words came to his mouth, there was only a crying voice, "I'm sorry."

She shouldn't recognize Grandma Zhang, and she shouldn't be greedy for her warmth.

It was her who had harmed the twilight old man and prevented her from having a good end.

Jiang Lan bent his back little by little, and almost knelt in front of the tombstone, as if he was a pious apology.

Lu Jingchi threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground and said, and came to Jiang Lan to squat down, grabbed her arm, and helped her up.

"Don't be sad if you die."

When Jiang Lan heard this, she red eyes and slowly turned to look at Lu Jingchi.

The dim street lanterns enveloped the two of them, and Lu Jingchi's bland face seemed to be covered with a layer of soft filter, which removed the sharpness of his facial features.

For a moment, Jiang Lan seemed to have seen him for ten years.

"Lu Jingchi." Jiang Lan shouted hoarsely, his voice very lightly, with distantness.

"Have you ever been sad?" Jiang Lan stared at him with a burning look, "Do you know, what is sadness?"

After knowing him for twenty years, Jiang Lan suddenly remembered that she was kind and had never seen Lu Jingchi show any sad expression.

He is like a machine without emotions, and will not be sad and sad because of anyone's death and departure, just like he is born without a heart.

Lu Jingchi also looked at her, and the two looked at each other, and they were silent.

Jiang Lan's voice sounded in the silence, "Your father is dead, are you sad?"

"When Lu Xiyun and her two young children died, did you feel unbearable for a moment?"

"And those innocent lives who died under the Sining Car, would you think of the broken families behind them?"

"There are those stray animals adopted by Feng Qin, what did they do wrong?"

"Grandma Zhang..." Jiang Lan counted his sins in detail, and his voice was trembling, "Did you think I would be sad?"

"You know how important Grandma Zhang is to me..."

Lu Jingchi squatted quietly in front of her, without saying a word, and did not show any emotion.

It seemed that all the things Jiang Lan said had nothing to do with him, he was just a quiet listener.
Chapter completed!