Bab 427: Fainted

Each of the words was deeply embedded in the tombstone. It was strong and powerful, but it was also filled with gentleness. It expressed unspoken longing and love.

Jing Chen's brows relaxed. He put down his tools and turned to ask the person behind him, "Is everything else I want ready?"

"It's ready."

"Okay." Jing Chen nodded. "Close the umbrella. Don't let the tombstone get wet later."

Jing Chen first wiped the water off his hand, then picked up a pen, dipped it in paint, and started to carefully trace the words.

Jing Chen was careful with every stroke, afraid that he would trace in the wrong direction.

The paint had yet to dry, and it would probably be smudged by the rain. Fortunately, he got several people to hold umbrellas and cover the tombstone tightly.

Fortunately, when Jing Chen finished the last stroke and heaved a sigh of relief, the rain stopped.

However, the wind was still blowing and quickly dried the paint.