Yan Shiliang strode forward. Because he was too hasty, he almost tripped by something under his feet and fell into another pit. Yan Bai stood in the wind, wrapped his coat tightly and slowly approached the lonely grave, which was probably the only new grave in the cemetery.

"Yan Bai..." Yan Shiliang shone the tombstone with the flashlight in his hand. The name engraved on it was extremely familiar, and even Yan Shiliang's hand holding the flashlight was trembling. With a bang, the flashlight in his hand fell to the ground and the light shook.

I thought about it for a long time at the wedding banquet and on the way to the car. He was still unwilling to admit that what he had done had buzzed. Finally, he squatted down, touched the cold tombstone with his hand, and had a bitter smile on his face. He put the bouquet in his hand next to the tombstone, looked away, and spoke.

"The person I have always wanted to look for is by my side, but I never know that I will blame me if I treat others as you? You are very good, always very good, it's my fault, I have never seen you."

There was bitterness and regret in his voice, which made him crumple in half, and he was about to explode. He grabbed the tombstone tightly, and the horns of the tombstone grind and bleeding his hands, as if this would release a lot of pain in his heart. He didn't dare to think deeply at all. The truth was spread in front of him, but he still wanted to believe Yan Yue's words, so... he would not be in pain or sad.

"Brother Shiliang, who is she?" Yan Bai, who was next to her, was wrapped in a coat, with only a small head exposed, her face a little pale, probably blown in the wind, so the tip of her nose was a little pink. Her dark and lively eyes stared at the tombstone in front of her, and the appearance of a tomb was reflected in her pupils.

"She is my favorite person. Baibai. Do you remember my brother telling you that when I was a child, I ran away from home for a while because my father married a stepmother. At that time, I had a stubborn temper and a simple personality. When I came out, I didn't bring much money. I was cheated of it. I was wandering on the streets and finally escaped from the liar. I was covered in scars. I was like a dirty and dying homeless beggar. At that time, I really thought I was going to die." Yan Shiliang looked at the cold grave in front of me, took out a bottle of wine from his arms, and drank it directly at the mouth of the bottle. The strong and stimulating white wine burned his throat, which could also make him temporarily numb himself.

"She appeared, her fair face and warm smile were like an angel landing on earth. Even in that situation, she did not have any strange eyes, so she let me recover from her secret base. I missed those days very much, but it's a pity... I can't go back."

As he said that, Yan Shiliang poured the white wine in the bottle into his mouth and the wine was a little bit into his mouth and nose, which was choking, but he felt that he was finally relaxed today. The feeling of being paralyzed by alcohol made him no longer think so much.

"But... Brother Shiliang, aren't you talking about Sister Yan Yue?" Yan Bai continued to speak after listening.

"Not her! I was wrong, wuwu... I was wrong. For so many years, she was clearly in my place within my reach, and she needed my help. As long as I was willing to pull her, she would not die, but I..." I killed her with my own hands.

Yan Shiliang couldn't say anything afterwards, so he could only hold his head and cry.
Chapter completed!