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Beijing.
It is drizzling in the sky.
Wanbaoshan, cemetery.
Several aura-clad men in black came from the bottom of the mountain. They were led by a man wearing a dark suit and holding a black umbrella, walking slowly on the road paved with bluestones.
The man in a suit has a handsome face, and his movements are reserved and elegant.
The light rain fell on the umbrella, making a slight ticking sound.
In front of the large and small tombstones, the group stopped.
The elegant and noble man who came here with support slightly raised the black umbrella in his hand, revealing Zhang Junmei's indifferent facial features.
He is Mr. Huo, the direct grandson of the Huo family who is rumored in the capital to be decisive in killing and moody.
"Third Master¡ª¡ª"
The bodyguards behind him would escort him all the way, and the bouquets of lilies and sunflowers that had not been stained by the rain were respectfully delivered to Huo Yunqian.
The slender white jade hand slowly stretched out and took the bouquet handed by the bodyguard.
He walked forward, half-crouched in front of the tomb, and placed the sunflower flowers in his hands in front of the small tombstone. Huo Yao's name was engraved on the tombstone.
Far away, out of reach, this is a child he has never been born and has no chance to meet.
Huo Yunqian stood there, with a hint of sadness in his dark and deep eyes.
After a long while, he got up and came to the side, in front of Qin Ruan's tombstone.
With a faint floral fragrance in his hand, he slowly placed the lily in front of the tomb, which meant purity, beauty, and elegance.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Huo Yunqian's deep and hoarse voice sounded.
He raised his hand and touched Qin Ruan¡¯s name on the tombstone: ¡°The people who designed to frame you have been found, and they will live in pain and regret forever.
Death is a relief for them. I will keep their lives until they go down and then I will kowtow to you to apologize, okay? "
At the end of the sentence, his voice became softer, as if he were talking to a child.
When they first met, they had a romantic relationship.
At that time, Qin Ruan was not just a little girl.
Recalling the long memory, Huo Yunqian's eyes were as cold as frost and snow, and complexity and heaviness flashed deep in his eyes.
He stood there deep in thought, his handsome and cold face expressionless, his good-looking brows lightly frowned, and his thin lips pursed into a cold line.
Everyone around him could tell that Mr. Huo was in a bad mood.
The cloudy sky is dull and the rain is getting heavier.
The bodyguard walked forward with the black windbreaker in his hand, put it on the man standing in front of the tombstone, and reminded him in a low voice: "Third Master, it's raining heavily."
Huo Yunji hummed, pulled up his windbreaker, and stared deeply at the names Qin Ruan and Huo Yao on the tombstone.
His voice was low and inaudible: "I will visit you mother and son often."
This is the first time he has come to see the mother and son, but it will definitely not be the last time.
After making the promise, Huo Yunji turned around and left.
The lonely figure on the back makes people's hearts ripple.
"Ahem"
Huo Yunqian suppressed his cough and was drowned in the rain.
The group of people walked away and disappeared into the cemetery far away.
Who would have thought that the third-generation grandson of the Huo family, the current head of the Huo family, would condescend to come to Wanbao Mountain to worship a woman with a notorious reputation and a stench that spread far and wide.
His whereabouts have always attracted the attention of many forces. People who are interested think about the Qin family, which was recently destroyed by the Huo family, and seem to understand something.
Every year since then, Huo Yunji would come and give Qin Ruan and Huo Yao a bouquet of flowers on every Qingming Festival and Hungry Ghost Festival.
Until Huo Yunqian is no longer alive and can no longer come to Wanbaoshan.
The ethereal figure clinging to the tombstone could no longer wait for him. It had to drift away with the wind and disappear forever between heaven and earth.
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Beijing.
It has entered the midsummer season of June.
The sky is gray, and the eastern horizon contains a little bit of brilliance, waiting for the morning light to come.
In an instant, thunder rolled in the sky, the wind roared, and a terrifying and coercive momentum erupted.
Dongcheng, Huangting Hotel.
A violent thunder and lightning struck the hotel, and the color of the sky and the earth suddenly changed.
The sound of thunder disappeared and the strong wind suddenly stopped.
It¡¯s dawn, and the sun rises, illuminating the whole city.
Everything that just happened is as unreal as an illusion.?.
People in this city who were woken up from their sleep were just about to check the situation and found that it was calm outside.
Huangting Hotel, in a certain room.
The girl lying on the comfortable and soft bed slowly opened her beautiful eyes.
The familiar yet unfamiliar environment clearly reflected in Qin Ruan¡¯s eyes.
Her mind went blank for a moment, her eyes were dull, and her eyes were lifeless, as gray as an old man, without any vitality.
There was an inexplicable pain in my body, and it felt like it was falling apart. It hurt everywhere.
It¡¯s not a sharp pain, but an unbearable, uncomfortable feeling.
On the bright red expensive carpet in the room, messy clothes were scattered on the floor, and long-standing memories returned to the mind.
The emotions in Qin Ruan's eyes have undergone earth-shaking changes, his pupils are trembling slightly, and the dead and gloomy look in his eyes gradually dissipates.
¡ª¡ª Mr. Huo, who is so affectionate and affectionate, was taken out for a walk as soon as he opened the chapter. Are you sure you are not moved?
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