Chapter 1 Sorry, I'm late

Capital.

It was drizzling in the sky.

Wanbaoshan, cemetery.

Several men in black clothes came from the bottom of the mountain. They supported men wearing dark suits and holding black umbrellas for their heads, and walked slowly on the road paved with bluestone.

The man in a suit has a handsome face, and his every move is reserved and elegant and luxurious.

The fine drizzle hit the umbrella and made a slight tick.

In front of the tombstones, the group stopped.

The gentle and noble man who was supported raised slightly, revealing Zhang Junmei's indifferent facial features.

He is the rumored decisive and moody Huo family's direct grandson, Mr. Huo San.

"Third Master——"

The bodyguard behind him escorted the lilies and sunflower bouquets that had never been stained by the rain, respectfully delivered to Huo Yunzhi.

The slender white and jade hand slowly stretched out and took the bouquet handed by the bodyguard.

He walked forward, half-squatted in front of the tomb, and placed the sunflower flowers in his hand in front of the small tombstone, with Huo Yao's name engraved on the tombstone.

It's far away, it's a child he never was born and had no chance to meet.

Huo Yunqi stood there, his dark and deep eyes emitting a little sadness.

After a long time, he got up and came to the side, engraved Qin Ruan's tombstone.

The faint fragrance of flowers in his hands, meaning purity, beauty and elegance of lilies were slowly placed in front of the tomb by him.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Huo Yunyu's low and hoarse voice sounded.

He raised his hand to touch Qin Ruan's name on the tombstone: "The people who designed to frame you back then have found out, and they will live in pain and regret forever.

Death is a relief for them. I will keep their lives and wait until they go down to kowtow to you and apologize, okay?"

At the end of the day, his voice became softer, and his tone seemed to be on a child.

When we first met, they were in love with dew.

At that time, Qin Ruan was just a little girl.

Looking back on the long-standing memories, a coldness like frost and snow appeared in Huo Yunjia's eyes, and complexity and heaviness flashed deep in his eyes.

He stood there and fell into deep thought. His handsome and quiet face had no expression. His beautiful eyebrows and eyes were slightly curled, and his thin lips pursed into a cold and hard line.

No matter who is around you, everyone can see that Mr. Huo San is in a bad mood.

The cloudy sky is dark and 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 whispered: "Third Master, it's raining heavily."

Huo Yunqi nodded, pulled the windbreaker on his body, staring deeply at Qin Ruan and Huo Yao's name on the tombstone.

His voice was low and unpleasant: "I will come to see you mother and son often."

This was the first time he had come to see them, mother and son, but it would never be the last time.

After the promise, Huo Yunzhi turned around and left.

The back is lonely and lonely, making people feel rippled.

"Ahem..."

Huo Yunzi suppressed the sound of low coughing and was drowned in the rain.

The group of people left and disappeared from the cemetery far away.

Who would have thought that the third generation of the Huo family's grandson, the current head of the Huo family, would be condescending to come to Wanbao Mountain to worship a notorious and stinky woman.

His whereabouts have always been the focus of many forces. Someone who is interested in the Qin family, which has been destroyed by the Huo family recently, seems to understand something.

Every year after that, during the Qingming Festival, Huo Yunzhai would come to send a bouquet of flowers to Qin Ruan and Huo Yao.

Until Huo Yunzhi was no longer alive, he could never come to Wanbaoshan again.

The ethereal figure attached to the tombstone will never wait for him again, and will have to pass away with the wind and disappear in the world forever.

...

Capital.

It has entered the midsummer season in June.

The sky is gray, and the eastern sky contains light, waiting for the morning light to come.

In an instant, thunder rolled in the air, the strong wind roared, and a terrifying momentum of pressure burst out.

Dongcheng, Royal Court Hotel.

A thick thunder and lightning hit the hotel, and the sky and the earth suddenly changed.

The thunder disappeared and the strong wind came to an abrupt end.

It was dawn and the rising sun rose, illuminating the entire city.

Everything that happened just now was as unreal as an illusion.

The person who was awakened in his sleep in this city was about to check the situation and found that it was already calm outside.

Royal Court Hotel, in a certain room.

The girl lying on the comfortable and soft bed slowly opened her beautiful eyes.

The familiar and unfamiliar environment clearly reflects Qin Ruan's eyes.

Her brain was blank for a moment, her eyes were dull, and there was a silence in her eyes, as gray as an old man in the evening, without any vitality.

The body felt inexplicably painful, and it felt uncomfortable as if it was separated, and it hurts everywhere.

It's not a sharp pain, but a feeling of unbearable discomfort.

The room is covered with red and precious carpets, and messy clothes are scattered all over the floor, and long-lasting memories return to my mind.

Qin Ruan's emotions changed drastically, her pupils were trembling slightly, and her silent and grey expression gradually dissipated.

——The affectionate Mr. Huo San was taken out for a walk at the beginning of the chapter. Are you sure you are not moved?

Don't forget to add the bookshelf to your favorite baby~

Reading Guide: The new book is metaphysical and may be a little scary.
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