The car stopped in front of the cemetery.
Murong Wanwan was still the same. This time, he came back to see his mother because of his father's scolding.
Ling Yiyi cowered and followed his footsteps, shuttling along the path leading to the tombstones.
He suddenly stopped and stretched his hand backward.
She gently held his hand and followed him forward.
She guessed that maybe she was here to visit his mother.
After several turns, they came to a tombstone. She saw a picture of a young woman carved on it, and looked at the following handwriting,wife and elegant tomb.
She was finally sure that this woman was Murong Ling's mother.
In fact, ever since she heard what he said last time when he was drunk, she had always wanted to see his mother.
But there was a bunch of flowers in front of
