Four years have passed, what is half an hour?
Jin Sinan's lips curved into an attractive smile, "Going inside is just mutual flattery, very dull. In comparison, being with Miss Ji is much more interesting."
This rare beauty with such unique charisma was worth his extra effort.
Wanxia lazily leaned against the car seat, raising her hand to press her neck, sore and numb from playing on her phone too long, and lazily blinked, "What a coincidence, I think so too."
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A series of photos rolled on the big screen.
The subjects were an elderly couple with white hair, sometimes sitting under a big tree enjoying the sun, sometimes weeding in the field—very ordinary daily activities.
After about a dozen photos, only a solitary elderly figure remained, and gradually, the barren land was covered with roses, dirt visible on the elder's hands.
The last photo showed two tombstones standing side by side.
