Just when Xiaowei couldn't control her emotions and was crying, a tissue was slowly passed from her side, and Xiaowei didn't even notice it.
"In Japan, if you don't shed tears during the memorial ceremony, it will be regarded as a strong performance"
A soft female voice appeared behind Xiao Wei unobtrusively. Although Xiao Wei didn't notice her appearance, she could feel it immediately. Can't open the sadness.
"So it was you who came"
Shinoda Yumi held a bouquet of flowers sideways, and stood quietly on the spot. When the tissue in her hand was taken by Xiao Wei, Yumi just smiled and did not answer.
Yumi first bowed slightly to Zhang Zichen's tombstone, and then moved to an unnamed tombstone next to him.
"But such a tradition is unacceptable."
Before Yumi Shinoda could finish her words, her beautiful eyes were also filled with tears, and there were emotions that were not mixed with any other thoughts, and Xiaowei could empathize with her very clearly.
The two of them silently stared at the tombstone in front of each other, silently brewing their inner emotions, and narrated their confession. It wasn't until it was getting late that the two of them, together with the sun, restrained their thoughts a little.
"Hope your grief doesn't last that long"
Shinoda Yumi got up and smiled faintly at Li Wei'an, then turned her back to Xiao Wei without looking back, and left slowly.
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However, just when Xiaowei also arranged her clothes and turned around to leave slowly, beside this cemetery, behind a willow tree that was so lush that its branches were drooping, a figure also restrained its figure, completely hidden behind the thick trunk.
It's just that the red phoenix eyes of this figure contain indescribable tenderness.
(End of the book)