Xia Qingyi clung tightly to Ling Tianyu, her cries so hoarse with sobbing. With no remains left, yet still subject to such treatment, what had befallen them as siblings? Could their bad luck be so relentless?
"Don't cry anymore," Ling Tianyu said gently, patting Xia Qingyi's back. If she continued to cry, he truly feared she would sob until she could not catch her breath, until her voice was gone.
Nan Feng wiped away their tears and turned around, Dongfang Yan spoke, "Let's leave first, Brother Yu. We'll see if we can find any clues later."
Ling Tianyu looked at Xia Qingyi in his arms and pushed back his tears, helping her to stand. They had to leave; this matter needed thorough investigation sooner or later. It didn't matter who was behind it, there was only one outcome—death.
Xia Qingyi, supported by Ling Tianyu, left the cemetery and unexpectedly fell asleep in the car, crying.