Li Yeqi tightly held her hand, leading her up the mountain. Yanling, left far behind by them, pursed his lips, unable to stand the couple's public display of affection—wasn't it a bit too much?
Reaching the mountaintop, the morning wind, carrying a chill, rushed in from all directions, flapping their clothes with a rustle.
From a distance, Yan Luoxi saw a man in a black coat standing in front of the gravestone. His figure was upright, expression somber, and even from afar, one could feel the aura he exuded.
Yan Luoxi instinctively turned her head to look at the man beside her, only to find his jaw clenched, seemingly suppressing something. She gently shook his hand, "Let's go over."
Li Yeqi's expression slightly softened as he led her towards the gravestone.
The Family Head stood before the gravestone, gazing at the photo of a woman with a gentle smile, his longing deepening, "Xiaoying, how have you been lately? I haven't visited you in a long time, please don't blame me."