Outside, the sky had darkened, leaving only a pallid streak on the horizon. Even the moonlight was cold and desolate, and the slightest breeze sent the leaves rustling.
Shen Lian felt stifled and cracked the window open.
Just thinking of Chu Yilan going to the cemetery alone made Shen Lian's heart ache.
When they reached the cemetery entrance, Yang Bin had barely brought the car to a stop before Shen Lian pushed the door open and got out.
Yang Bin stood beside the car, showing no intention of following.
At a time like this, he would leave Shen Lian to keep him company alone.
Shen Lian knew the way well, but his steps were a little heavy. He had thought of plenty of comforting words, yet none seemed enough.
Following the straight flight of steps upward, Shen Lian spotted a familiar figure.
Chu Yilan was smoking, the crimson glow flickering between his fingers. In the faint light, he seemed to take out a bouquet, then poured liquor into a cup.
Shen Lian stood below, watching quietly.
No matter how invincible someone appeared to others, as long as they lived in this world, they had hurts they could not put into words and people they could never forget.
Shen Lian could picture Chu Yilan's downcast eyes and sorrowful expression.
"Grandfather, I'll find him soon." A feverish, blazing light flickered in Chu Yilan's eyes, all the more piercing against his pitch-black pupils. "He got away back then because I didn't plan carefully enough. This time, I'll make him kneel right here and kowtow to you and Mother."
Chu Yilan poured a cup of Old Master Ming's favorite sake. The cold wind blew against him, yet his blood felt as though it were boiling.
Sun Binghe had located a villa halfway up a