The mountain road winds, halfway up the mountain, distant mountains layer upon layer, like rolling waves, distinct and magnificent under the summer sun.
They had lunch outside and went straight to the cemetery.
As usual, they bought lilies and placed them in front of his father's tombstone. Fu Weiheng squatted down and carefully examined the black-and-white photo on the tombstone. Suddenly, a mix of emotions curved his lips into a smile.
Su Wan saw him smile to himself and curiously asked, "What's the matter?"
"It's nothing..." Fu Weiheng raised his hand to wipe a speck of dust from the picture with a handkerchief, stood up, looked at her, and smiled, "I just feel that we are destined to be together for a lifetime."
In the vast sea of people, the multitude of living beings;
Only you and I understand each other;
You and I promise each other.
May we have years to look back on and cherish deeply together unto old age. [Modern poem "Old Age" quote]
Nothing is too late.
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