In an instant, the cemetery was very quiet, with only the "tick" sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella, and the surroundings were ethereal and quiet.

Yao Zhi stopped talking and stood silently behind.

Rong Jincheng and Han Yurou stood side by side, and no one spoke.

The guests had all dispersed, and there were only three of them beside the empty cemetery. Han Yurou stood silently, and Rong Jincheng didn't say a word.

After a long time, Yao Zhi took the initiative to step forward: "Sir Rong, there are still some things to prepare at home. I'll take a step first and I'll leave Rourou to you."

"Yes." Rong Jincheng agreed.

Yao Zhi left with an umbrella, and her figure was buried in the dense rain and gradually disappeared.

The cemetery is on a raised hilly land. This cemetery is not very valuable, but the feng shui is not bad, with mountains and water, and it is particularly quiet.

Neither of them spoke first.

Han Yurou's face was pale and her eyes were dull. Her empty eyes lost her usual spirit. She did nothing and just stood there, looking at her father's photo.

Rong Jincheng's shoulder was wet with the rain, but he was unaware of it and his face turned gloomy.

"Rong Jincheng, you should go back." After a long time, Han Yurou finally spoke, her voice choked.

She hated Rong Jincheng. He locked her in Jinyuan for three days, but she could not even see her father's last side, nor could she be with her father until the last moment.

The most painful thing in the world is separation from life and death.

"I'm here to take you back." Rong Jincheng said lightly, his eyes not leaving the tombstone.

"Where should I take me?" She sneered, with a sad color in her eyes.

"Jinyuan."

"How many days will I be locked up this time?"

"You have to go against my will in many things. Be obedient, I won't keep you from it."

"What if I don't go back?"

"I said it, be obedient." His tone subsided.

Han Yurou smiled faintly, raised her head slightly, and looked at the overlapping mountains and endless sky in the distance. There was a distant darkness in the distance, and there was no sight at all.

"Sincerely mourn and follow the changes, people cannot be resurrected by death." Rong Jincheng said, "It's getting late, it's time to go back."

"I won't go back, I won't go back to Jinyuan, and I don't want to see you again. Rong Jincheng, I don't know what you hate me, but we should end it."

"End? Did I say end?" Rong Jincheng raised his voice, his tone full of displeasure.

"Shhh, don't quarrel in front of my father, don't disturb him. Let me be quiet, I don't want to go anywhere today, I just want to be with my dad."

"Okay, you have to accompany you, and I can accompany you too."

"Rong Jincheng, why bother to torture me in this way? Even if it is my father's funeral, you will not let me go, right?" Han Yurou did not look at him, and her godless eyes were still looking at the sky in the distance.

"It seems that as long as I'm by your side, it's a torture?"

She did not answer.

Rong Jincheng knew it.

No one spoke again.

There was no common language between them, and there was nothing to talk about. Han Yurou never liked to talk to him.

She stood silently, and he kept standing.

He leaned his umbrella toward her, and despite this, raindrops floated onto her face, wetting her face and hair.

Qiao Sinian and Ou Fan came at the 10 o'clock in the morning.
Chapter completed!