Chapter 306 (1/2)

Tang Xinyan bought a bunch of white chrysanthemums at the entrance of the cemetery. She walked up the steps step by step.

Mo Chi Wei followed her all the time.

Walking to his father's tomb, Tang Xinyan puts down Baiju and kneels down.

Looking at the black-and-white photos on the tombstone, she gently stroked her slender fingers up, ”Dad, Xinyan has come to see you. You haven't been here for a long time. Are you angry with your daughter?”

Looking at her father's handsome facial features and facial profile when he was young, Tang Xinyan remembered her happy childhood memories. A sweet smile came to her lips. ”Dad, mom's operation has been successful, and now her mental condition is improving. Before long, mom will be the same as before.”

Tang Xinyan talks to himself for a long time in front of the tombstone. Suddenly, she seems to think of something. She turns back and looks at the man who is standing on the stairs and smoking.

He turned his back to her. She couldn't see his face clearly, and she didn't know his expression now.

But she was a little angry.

No matter what she and he do, even if there is no love, they are still husband and wife. He followed her to her father's grave. Why can't he come and kowtow to her father?

Still face her with cold back?

She took a deep breath and suppressed her dissatisfaction. She called him, ”Captain Mo Chi.”

He didn't seem to hear her voice. He stood there motionless like a statue. If it wasn't for the rising smoke, she would have doubted whether he had fallen asleep.

After waiting for nearly a minute, seeing him standing there indifferently, Tang Xinyan stopped calling him. After kowtowing to her father for three times, she got up.

After Mo Chi Wei's side, she didn't look at him and left with a tight face.

It wasn't until she was almost down the steps, and it wasn't until the butt of his fingertip burned his skin, that he recovered from the surging thoughts.

After seeing the figure of Tang Xinyan, he went to Tang Fu's tomb and saw the bunch of white chrysanthemums. He bent down and picked them up.

Jin thin big palm, white chrysanthemum petals, bit by bit in the palm of crushing, and then, a big hand, countless petals in the air.