Mu Yunlie's parents were buried together.
The tombstone bore the names of the married couple—Mu Feng, Nangong Rou.
Yan Qianyi glanced towards Mu Yunlie's silhouette, her eyes quivering slightly.
He truly was Mu Feng's son.
He probably didn't know about the medical accident all those years ago, right?
Otherwise, why would he be with her?
If he knew, he would surely hate her to death.
Mu Yunlie turned back to look at her, "Qianyi, my mom was a really gentle person. If she were still alive, she would surely cherish you just like your own mother."
Yan Qianyi struggled to conjure a slight smile, nodded, and looked at the photo of Nangong Rou on the tombstone.
"A person's face often reflects their heart; Auntie's expression is so gentle, clearly a person with a soft and warm heart."
Mu Feng was also very handsome, but Mu Yunlie inherited his mother's genes; he looked a lot like her.
"Still calling her auntie? It's time to change how you address her now."
