For a moment, the cemetery was very quiet, with only the "tick" sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella, the surroundings were ethereal and quiet.

Yao Zhi stopped speaking and stood silently behind.

Rong Jincheng and Han Yurou stood side by side, neither of them speaking.

The guests had all dispersed, and there were only three of them beside the empty cemetery. Han Yurou stood silently, and Rong Jincheng didn't say a word.

After a long time, Yao Zhi took the initiative to step forward: "Master Rong, there are still some things to prepare at home. I'll take the first step. Rourou... I'll leave it to you."

"Yeah." Rong Jin agreed.

Yao Zhi held an umbrella and left. Her figure was lost in the dense rain and gradually disappeared.

The cemetery is located on a raised hilly land. This cemetery is not very valuable, but the feng shui is not bad, there are mountains and water, and it is extremely quiet.

Neither of them took the initiative to speak first.

Han Yurou's face was pale, her eyes were dull, and her empty eyes had lost their usual brightness. She did nothing, just stood like this, looking at her father's photo.

Half of Rong Jincheng's shoulders were wet from the rain, but he didn't notice it and his face was gloomy.

"Rong Jincheng, you should go back." After a long time, Han Yurou finally spoke, her voice choked with sobs.

She hated Rong Jincheng. He locked her up in Jinyuan for three days. She was not even able to see her father for the last time, nor was she able to accompany him to the last moment.

The most painful thing in this world is the separation between life and death.

"I'm here to take you back." Rong Jincheng said calmly, without looking away from the tombstone.

"Where are you taking me..." She chuckled, with a sad color in her eyes.

"Jinyuan."

"How many days do you plan to lock me up this time?"

"You insist on going against my will on many things. Be obedient and I won't shut you up."

"What if I don't go back?"

"I said, be obedient." His tone darkened.

Han Yurou smiled lightly, raised her head slightly, and looked at the overlapping mountains and the endless sky in the distance. In the distance was the vast darkness, with no end in sight.

"My condolences, people can't be resurrected after death." Rong Jincheng said, "It's getting late, you should go back."

"I won't go back, I won't go back to Jinyuan, and I don't want to see you again. Rong Jincheng, I don't know why you hate me, but we...it's time to end it."

"It's over? Did I say it's over?" Rong Jincheng raised his voice, his tone full of displeasure.

"Shh... don't make noise in front of my father, don't disturb him. Leave me alone. I don't want to go anywhere today. I just want to be with my father."

"Okay, if you want to accompany me, I can also accompany you."

"Rong Jincheng, why bother? Do you have to torture me in this way? Even if it's my father's funeral, you won't let me go, right?" Han Yurou didn't look at him, her dull eyes were still there.

Looking at the distant sky.

"It seems that as long as I'm around you, it's a kind of torture?"

She didn't answer.

Rong Jincheng knew it well.

No one spoke again.

They didn't have much in common, let alone anything to talk about, and Han Yurou never liked to talk to him.

She stood silently, and so did he.

He tilted the umbrella towards her, but despite this, there were still raindrops falling on her face, making her face and hair wet.

Josnian and Irfan came here at eight or nine in the morning.
Chapter completed!