Shen Siyue was wearing a plain white dress, with a thin body, sitting quietly in front of the tombstone. The wind blew her long hair, her eyebrows were the same as before, and her voice was soft but dry.

"Axi... talk about Junxi, talk about Junxi..."

In those unrecognized years, she accompanied him, got to know him, and got to know him little by little, as a cat.

Until that day, he let her go and asked her not to come back.

She had a vague premonition that she might never see her again.

Shen Shen Yue understood that he hated her and hated everything, but in the end, he still did not take revenge on the next generation for those cruel and bloody things, so he stopped.

In her heart, he is clean and can be a person's light.

Shen Siyue's eyes were filled with tears and she opened her mouth slightly: "Meow."

The broken sound was blown away by the wind.

The girl in front of the tombstone disappeared, leaving only a thin and pitiful little orange cat, nestled in front of the tombstone, gently rubbing its head against the edge of the tombstone.

It was late at night, and after the orange cat left, the lone figure that had been standing silently in the distance stepped forward slightly, and finally stopped in front of the tombstone.

The man repeatedly wiped the seam of his trousers with his hand, then stretched out his hand. Just as he was about to touch the tombstone, he retracted it again, his fingertips trembling slightly. In the end, only a bouquet of bright orchids and a drop of tear were left.

You are pitiful, hateful and pitiful. This half of your life has been precarious with no return, but why don't you look back.

Someone is loving you.

The waves swept away all hatred, the deep sea buried your bones, your life atones for all sins, you deserve to be free.

The flowers of sunflowers face the sky, which are traces of the rising sun.
Chapter completed!