Because Yanjing is the Capital, traffic congestion is relatively common.
Mu Anran finally understood why they had set off immediately after lunch.
By the time they reached their destination, two hours had passed.
The area beyond the Third Ring Road is one of the Capital's rare feng shui treasures, with a great river in front and mountains behind.
And on the mountain's slope, to his surprise, was a cemetery.
Mu Anran looked towards the middle of the slope in astonishment, "Is that where we are going?"
Yu Lingqian nodded and, taking Mu Anran's hand, said, "Let's go."
Mu Anran was very surprised. Who exactly did Yu Lingqian want to introduce her to?
Could it be the late Old Madam Yu?
After all, she had heard Yu Lingqian mention that Grandma had passed away.
The higher they climbed up the slope, the more keenly Mu Anran noticed Yu Lingqian's mood falling.
Even, she could sense an extremely suppressed air.
This oppressive feeling made it almost suffocating.
