Yu Lingqian turned his head to look at Mu Anran, his gaze deep and unfathomable.
But if she had looked a bit more closely, she would have definitely been able to see the fullness of affection congealed within them.
Mu Anran looked at the beaming, floral smiling face on the tombstone, "Baby, you surely hope for your brother to find happiness and joy again, right?"
The delicate and beautiful face of Yu Baby was crossed by a brilliant sweep of sunlight.
That radiant smile seemed as if it were responding to what Mu Anran had said.
The two of them stayed at Yu Baby's grave for a while until Yu Lingqian realized that time was almost up.
His slender fingers, distinct with knuckles, gently caressed Yu Baby's beautiful face, his voice slightly deep, "Baby, brother is going to leave now, I'll come to see you next time, okay?"
After speaking, he reached out to take Mu Anran's hand and started to walk down the mountain.
