Gan Yuan looked around at the numb expressions of the people, her gaze falling on the gradually filled grave.
If it were her lying here, who would cry for her?!
A warm hand gently landed on her shoulder, and then, Huangfu Jue's gentle voice rose softly beside her ear.
"It's windy here, let's go back," he said.
Gan Yuan nodded gently and walked down the mountain with him, her gaze quickly sweeping around.
Originally, she had been worried that Moses would continue to pester her; surprisingly, he was nowhere to be seen, and even after looking around, she couldn't find a trace of him—it seemed he had already left.
Back in the car at the foot of the mountain, Huangfu Jue raised his hand to remove the corsage from her chest, then looked at her with concern and asked.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I'm just..." Gan Yuan's gaze returned to the cemetery on the mountain, "Ajue, if I died, would you cry for me?"
The man raised his eyebrows and bluntly spat out two words, "No!"