Lu Zhanbei didn't speak, he just hugged the person in his arms tighter.
The two of them hugged each other quietly. After who knows how long, Lin Wanwan finally let go of him.
At this time, there were no tears in her eyes, and she looked down with red eyes.
Lu Zhanbei took two steps back and stood quietly behind her, paying attention to her every move.
She kept standing there, watching people come in and go out one after another.
When the sun set in the west, Luo Han and An Qiao also left.
The entrance to the cemetery, which was originally overcrowded, gradually became deserted, and finally, only one person was left in the huge cemetery.
Si Han was like a statue, still standing upright in front of Lin Xiao's monument.
That stiff back made Lin Wanwan feel a silent sense of oppression.
She bit her lip slowly, with a rare hint of confusion on her face.
Lu Zhanbei saw the distress in her eyes, took a deep breath, and patted her shoulder encouragingly.
"Go ahead."
Lin Wanwan nodded and rushed over at a trot.
A few minutes later, she panted and stood behind Si Han, walking towards him step by step.
Through the dim lights in the cemetery, Lin Wanwan saw Si Han's profile.
For just a moment, he was stunned.
Si Han, who was wearing a black suit, stared directly at the photo of Lin Xiao on the tombstone. His handsome face had long lost its usual freshness.
Thin stubble grew on his smooth chin, and his beautiful eyes were filled with frightening red bloodshot eyes.
The thin lips were pursed into a straight line, white without any blood.
It was as if he had lost his soul, and all that was left standing here was a shell.
Lin Wanwan felt a stabbing pain in her heart, and her eyes were red with hopelessness again.
"Master Si..."
Si Han seemed not to hear her voice and remained motionless.
"It's very late, why don't you go back?"
Lin Wanwan let out a long breath and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.
However, before her extended hand touched the corner of Si Han's clothes, Si Han had already spoken indifferently.
"Don't touch me, leave me alone."
"But..." How could she safely leave him here alone
"Leave quickly!" Si Han almost yelled these words.
Feeling his rejection, Lin Wanwan pursed her lips, knowing that he didn't want to be disturbed by anyone now.
"Okay, then I..."
Lin Wanwan turned around hesitantly, but before he could take a step forward, he couldn't help but turn around, just in time to see Si Han's body swaying, and he knelt down on one knee as if he could no longer hold up.
He put one hand on the tombstone, and dazzling blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and a few drops happened to fall on Lin Xiao's photo.
He didn't bother to wipe himself, and immediately wiped away the blood stains on the photo.
Looking at the restored photo, his eyes were scarlet, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry for dirtying your photo, I'm sorry for not protecting you, and I'm sorry for not being with you until the end."
As he murmured, the arc of his lips became deeper and deeper, but his eyes showed a look of disgust towards himself.
"Xiaoxiao, I'm really sorry..."
He was clearly smiling, but the fragility and helplessness he revealed made Lin Wanwan feel heartbroken.
Her body trembled and her pupils shrank severely. She could no longer suppress the pain in her heart. She rushed towards Sihan and hugged his waist from behind. The tears she had been holding back for a long time burst out.
"Si Han, I have something to tell you!"
All hesitations and scruples were thrown away by her.
She didn't want to see her best friend in such pain, and she didn't want him to be brooding over her death.
"I'm not dead! I'm still alive!"