Qi Feng was silently looking at Mu Lingtian's picture on the tombstone when he heard the sound of footsteps. A hard light quickly flashed in his eyes as his hands that rested on his knees suddenly clenched into fists. He was not sure how, but he managed to calm himself down.
Qi Feng did not immediately say anything. Only when he heard the sound of a lighter and smelt the faint smell of smoke before a lit cigarette was put on Mu Lingtian's tombstone did he turn to look at Mu Yuchen indifferently.
They had not seen each other for more than six years. To Qi Feng, Mu Yuchen did not look like he had changed much. He was just much more reserved and unfathomable than he was six years ago.