Chapitre 983: Idiot, Me...

"That's a great idea, but we need to put this box somewhere only two of us know," Lu Lian suggested. 

"Select any tree among those," Lu Qiang instructed, pointing towards the row of palm trees. 

"That one," Lu Lian pointed to the one which was on the right side of the bench. 

Nodding, Lu Qiang stood up to go to the three and kneeled at the bottom of the tree, where he picked up one fallen stick and started to dig. 

Lu Lian kneeled too, and helped her brother, "Are we keeping it here?"

"Hmm."

"Like in the movies," she giggled, feeling excited about it, and asked, "Won't it rot here?"

"I'll replace it every year," he assured, and Lu Lian continued smiling.

Lu Lian snapped out of those memories, carrying the same smile as of that time, but tears rolled down her eyes. 

"The box is rotten because he is not here to replace it," she spoke.