In front of the solemn tombstone, the woman in the two-inch black-and-white photograph smiled brilliantly, but such a brilliant smile became eternal...

"Zhenru," Mr. Leng took out his handkerchief and wiped the rain-stained photos with a heavy voice. "I'm late..."

In a simple sentence, it seems to condense all the thousands of words into it, full of desolate helplessness and guilt.

Mr. Cool looked at the photos quietly, and the eyes were gradually watery.................................................

Young and frivolous, he owed her, now the deceased is dead, want to return... We can only hope for the next life.

The old man's spotted hand caressed the cold tombstone gently, and the old man...