บท 435: An Imaginary Figure

The heavy rain poured to its heart's content. It was clearly the middle of summer, but Su Wan felt her body getting colder and colder.

Most of her relatives and friends left one after another after paying their respects, leaving only a few people at the graveyard who wanted to stay a little longer.

Su Wan tilted her head and saw that Xie Changfeng's face was already covered in raindrops. He held onto the tombstone, and half of his shoulder was wet from the rain.

Su Wan had always thought that her grandfather was an indomitable man, but at this moment, looking at his old body, it looked like a piece of withered wood that was on the verge of collapsing in the wind.

The pain of losing his wife was indescribable.

After personally burying Lin Xuan today, he would return to A City, and any chance to see him in the future would become hard to come by.