Butler Tang was walking with Qiao Sinian.

"Miss likes lilies, and I have booked it with the flower shop, and there will definitely be one at that time." Mr. Tang said, "I also asked someone to cut the trees here for a long and short and uneven tree two days ago. Don't worry, Mr. Qiao, I will take care of her like a lady is still alive."

Qiao Sinian walked into the cemetery and looked over it one by one.

The cold tombstones stood in line. When the wind blew, the treetops made a "rustling" sound, with a little desolation in the gloom.

Butler Tang is old and cannot help but recall the past. When she mentions Qin Qing, her eyes become wet.

"Master Qiao, as he spoke, I remembered the lady again. The lady treats me well. It was my fault that I failed to take good care of her during my lifetime..." Butler Tang burst into tears.

"It has nothing to do with you. You have never married for the Qiao family in your life. It means the Qiao family owe you."

"No, Master Qiao, don't say that, this is what I should do." Butler Tang wiped his eyes and gritted his teeth. "Speaking of this, Xiang Shaoguang really deserves to be cut into pieces and there is no place to die!"

Qiao Sinian did not speak, walked to the tombstone and bowed one by one.

Every Qingming Festival, he would spend money to ask someone to repair the tomb.

Despite this, he always felt that it was not enough.

Qiao Sinian's eyes were deep eyes, his pupils were tightened, and a deep chill was covered in his eyes.

"If I could have been optimistic about the lady, she wouldn't have jumped into the river alone..." Butler Tang was still blaming himself, "or if I could think of some ways to make her happy, her depression wouldn't have been severe all the time."

"It has nothing to do with you." Qiao Sinian said lightly.

A gust of wind blew, and Qiao Sinian didn't feel too cold, but instead had a layer of dryness in her body.

I don’t know if it was because of the excessive drinking, so he pulled his tie and unbuttoned the two buttons on the top of his shirt.

Walking among dozens of tombstones, his heart was as heavy as depression.

Butler Tang followed Qiao Sinian and sighed as he walked: "This is Lao Zhou, who used to be a guardian. He often brought me the specialty duck sauce from my hometown during festivals."

"This is A Dong, the youngest servant in Qiao's house back then. His family is very poor. He always said that she could not repay the great kindness of the young lady. Alas, why would such a kind person be punished by such a sin..."

"This is Ami from the kitchen. The cooking is delicious. The winter bamboo soup she makes is particularly delicious. After she disappeared, I have never drunk such a delicious winter bamboo soup again."

Qiao Sinian felt more and more heavy as he listened to Butler Tang's nagging.

These people are his elders, and many of them are still deeply impressed by them.

In the darkness, he closed his eyes, with deep fatigue in his eyes.

He clenched his fists tightly, half of his body was fire and half of his ice, and blood flowed rapidly between his limbs and bones.

The drunkenness came, and his head became more and more drowsy.

The cemetery was cleanly managed by Butler Tang, especially Qin Qing's cemetery. Butler Tang spent a lot of effort and came according to Qin Qing's life.

"Master Qiao, don't worry, you have already taken care of it. You can come directly on Qingming Festival."

"Well, tell me what you lack." Qiao Sinian said.

"Actually, for the lady, there is nothing short of it, I just want Mr. Qiao to come and see her."

"I know."

How could he not know?

After walking around, Qiao Sinian finally stood in front of Qin Qing's tombstone and stared at the photo of his mother.
Chapter completed!