Yin Shaolong is dissatisfied. How can she be so calm about what she didn't say.

"Where are you going?"

"Well, I have something to do, but if I can get back to dinner, you and the airline will wait for me at home."

"Well, don't leave me alone." Yin Shaolong asked anxiously.

"I see." Xiang Tianqing did not worry so much, but directly hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Tianqing looked at the note in his hand and closed the florist directly. Before leaving, he took a bunch of white roses and took a taxi to the address on the note.

After arriving at the cemetery, she shuttles through a quiet path, and she can easily find the memorial number of the cemetery. However, when she slowly stops to see the names and photos on the cemetery, the whole person is in a great shock.

Alai.

Her full name turned out to be Xiang Tianlai.

Why Why do you look like her

And the thin woman in the photo is just like her. Is it true that the person in the photo is not her?

Xiang Tianqing's eyes were a little red, even she did not know why, a cone of heart pain spread from the sole of her feet to her whole body, which was particularly familiar.

What's the matter with all this? What as like as two peas, what is it that

is so similar to her name? Why does she look exactly what she looks like? Why does she have so many images in her mind?

Xiang Tianqing couldn't help but wonder if she was Alai.

Otherwise, how to explain those pictures?

But if she was Alai, who was the woman lying here, why would they all think she was dead.

If she is Alai, what is her memory? Why is there no memory of Yin Shaolong at all

Xiang Tianqing stood alone in front of the tomb for a long time. In the chaos, many pictures flashed in front of her, which made her feel upset.

It was as if something flashed by, and she wanted to grasp it but couldn't grasp it. Whenever she tried to explore the truth, she found nothing.

Just then, a burst of cell phone rings.

Xiang Tianqing came back to his senses and saw that Yin Shaolong was in a complicated mood. He answered the phone: "when will I come back?"

"I'll be home in about half an hour now."

"Well, I'll wait for you to come back."

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Tianqing took a breath, put the bouquet in front of the tombstone and said in a soft voice, "am I you?"

Tombstone is still quiet, no response, breeze blowing, the night is cool.

Xiang Tianqing looked at the woman in the photo and whispered, "if I'm not you, I'll take good care of him for you."

Words down, a sigh, she did not stay long.

However, after taking a few steps, he stopped again and turned to look at another tombstone beside Xiang Tianlai. The whole person was stunned again.

The picture on the tombstone is a handsome man with a touch of unruly between his eyebrows and eyes, but his eyes are warm.

Xiang Tianqi

Vernon's tombstone Why are you here?

She clearly remembered that it was in another cemetery. She would visit him every Qingming Festival and his birthday.

But But the one in front of me

Xiang Tianqing stepped forward involuntarily, and his fingertips fell on the name of Xiang Tianqi and gently stroked: "Vernon, how can you be here?"

If she was not sure she was Xiang Tianlai before, but now, seeing two tombstones standing side by side, she couldn't believe it any more.