She felt that the fire might not have been an accident.
Holding Bao Sihan's arm tightly, Mu Wanwan looked at him eagerly: "Check it out, definitely check it out."
"Okay, good boy, I'll listen to you." Bao Sihan said dotingly, and raised his hand to shave Mu Wanwan's red nose from crying, "Stop crying, okay?"
Her tears were like needles, poking his heart bit by bit.
Mu Wanwan tried hard to force back tears: "I want to see my little uncle, and I also want to see my mother. Have you found out where she is buried?"
She felt that since Bao Sihan had found out the details of the Gong family, he should also know where her mother was buried.
"It's in the Nanpo Cemetery. I'll go there with you tomorrow." Bao Sihan said.
Mu Wanwan nodded.
She was a little tired from crying, and lay limply in Bao Sihan's arms.
It's rare for Bo Sihan to see Mu Wanwan shed so many tears, his heart aches, and he doesn't want to continue torturing her tonight.
"I'll take you to take a shower, and then we'll go to bed early?" Bao Sihan discussed with Mu Wanwan in a low voice.
Mu Wanwan nodded.
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The next day, early in the morning, at Nanpo Cemetery.
The scenery here is very good. The morning breeze blows on people's faces, like a gentle big hand gently stroking.
Mu Wanwan was wearing a black dress, her hair was tied up with a black ribbon, and she was holding a bouquet of blue enchantresses in her hand.
According to Lin Qingyu's diary, Gong Yiwan's favorite is the blue enchantress.
Bo Sihan walked in front, and Mu Wanwan followed behind him.
Suddenly-
Bo Sihan stopped, looked at the mausoleum on his left, and said to Mu Wanwan, "Here we are."
Mu Wanwan looked at the tombstone.
The photo on the tombstone is exactly Gong Yiwan.
In the black and white photo, Gong Yiwan smiled brightly like the sun.
Mu Wanwan put the bouquet of flowers in her hand in front of the tombstone.
Then she took out a clean veil, squatted down, and wiped off the dust on the tombstone little by little.
Bo Sihan looked at Mu Wanwan with downcast eyes, his eyes focused.
At this time, neither of them noticed that there was a man not far away, watching this scene.
Shen Hanzhi stood under a green pine tree, looking at Mu Wanwan not far away, with inexplicable complex emotions in his sharp dark eyes.
Standing next to Shen Hanzhi was a skinny young man, his face was unusually white, and a pair of inverted triangular eyes seemed to be poisonous snakes, with a sharp light shining through them.
"Master Shen, aren't you going over?" The young man asked Shen Hanzhi.
"Ah Liu, look at that girl, does she look like Miss Gong?" Shen Hanzhi suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, and asked Shen Liu in a deep voice.
Shen Liu looked at Mu Wanwan intently.
Although it was several meters away, he could still see Mu Wanwan's face clearly.
A flash of surprise could not help but flash in his eyes.
"It is indeed very similar. Especially the eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same." Shen Liu said.
Shen Hanzhi took a deep breath: "If that child is still alive, he should be the same age as that girl."
"You mean, maybe that child is not dead?" Shen Liu turned to look at Shen Hanzhi.
The corner of Shen Hanzhi's lips curled into an incomprehensible smile: "I always thought that the child was still alive. Shen Liu, go and check the details of that girl. The man next to her is The current head of the Bo family." (Remember this website website: www.hlnovel.com