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The private cemetery of the Yuan family is filled with people belonging to He Tingyu. Please search for the most complete novel!

Uniform black suits, big black umbrellas, coupled with the rainy and foggy weather, the whole city seems to be crying...

Not many people actually enter private cemeteries...

He Xiao, Yuan Gungun, He Tingyu and Mu Siyin were followed only by Lengqing and others...

Apart from the sound of walking on the cement road and treading water, there is only the sound of raindrops in my ears...

The group of people walked forward in silence, everyone's face showing unconcealable sadness...

There is a small tombstone with a small photo of He Shaochen attached to it.

Before they left one by one, Yuan Gungun cried and fell into He Xiao's arms.

Looking at the small photo of He Shaochen on the tombstone, I couldn't suppress my sadness at all. Tears surged out. I grabbed He Xiao's waist and silent tears filled his face...

He Tingyu placed the flower in front of He Shaochen, his fingertips trembling...

Then came Mu Siyin...

From the moment he woke up in the morning to now, Mu Simiyin's mood has been very calm.

Bending over would involve the wound. When He Tingyu saw Mu Siyin preparing to bend over, he stretched out his big hand...

When Mu Siyin saw the hand stretched out in front of him, his eyes only paused for a moment. Instead of passing the flower to He Tingyu's hand to ask him to help, Mu Siyin directly passed it and slowly knelt down on one knee.

Flowers were placed in front of Lele’s tombstone...

The moment he let go, his hand seemed to accidentally pull away the flower that He Tingyu had placed...
Chapter completed!