Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Qiao Lian widened her eyes in shock and stared in disbelief at the scene before her.
It was a vast plot of uncultivated land and in the distance, she saw rows of tombstones.
This… was a cemetery.
She wanted to see Zi Chuan, but the captain had brought her to the cemetery.
A horrible feeling suddenly came to her and rapidly, it spread to every cell of her body.
She turned back to look at the captain, there was unmistakable fear written all over her face.
The captain then nodded. “Your eyes are not playing tricks. Zi Chuan is dead.”
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Qiao Lian stood before the white tombstone, staring wordlessly at it.
There was a picture on the tombstone.
But time had left its mark on the picture, it had lost its definition. In fact, it was blurry.
Still, it could be made out that the person had had attractive features.
Although he was not as exquisite looking as Shen Liangchuan, he was nevertheless a handsome man.
On the tombstone it was written: Zhou Song’s Grave.
For the first time, she found out that Zi Chuan’s surname was Zhou.
Qiao Lian kept quiet and continued to read what was carved into the stone. The date of his death had been… July 21st, eight years ago?
Qiao Lian froze.
If she was not mistaken, that year, she and Zi Chuan had planned to meet on July 20th.
On the morning of 21st July, he had called her and left a voice message: “Xiao Qiao, farewell, we shall not be meeting again.”
She clenched her fists and turned to look at the captain. “How- how did he die?”
The captain sighed and said, “I’m not sure of the details, but I only know that it was a car accident. They tried to save him but it was in vain. He died on July 21st.”
On hearing this, her legs gave way and she fell on the ground.
An accident…
They had tried to save him in vain. He had died on July 21st.
But before he died, he had called her to say goodbye.
At that time, she had not understood what was wrong with him.
Now she finally understood.
He must have gotten into an accident on the way to see her.
And he hadn’t wanted her to be sad or to feel guilty, hence, he had left such a strange message.
Zi Chuan… Zi Chuan!!
Her eyes turned red and she felt something draining all the energy out of her body.
The scenes of her playing games with Zi Chuan eight years ago suddenly flooded her mind.
Whenever she was slayed, she would yell, “Zi Chuan, kill them!”
He would always chide her for being stupid, but would inevitably avenge her.
“Zi Chuan, I’m not sure how to solve this problem!”
He would always remark that she was an idiot, and then patiently explain the solution to her over and over again.
Indeed.
That detestable Zi Chuan.
He would talk to her every day in that adolescent breaking voice of his, across the distance that separated them.
He was a strict person with a foul temper and wouldn’t think twice before giving someone a dressing down.
But with Xiao Qiao, he was patient.
She sat before the tombstone and stared at the picture on it.
She couldn’t imagine what he had looked like in real life, staring at the blurry picture.
Now she felt as though her heart had been ripped apart, bleeding and writhing in pain.
All these years, she had never thought that this would be the way she would finally meet with him.
There had been many scenarios, many possibilities.
That he would be married, standing before her with his arm lovingly placed across her shoulders.
That he would be devastated, crying and pleading for her forgiveness as he held her in a deep embrace.
That he would have struck it rich and would look at her with a pompous smile, saying with a cheating tone, “Oh, so you’re Xiao Qiao.”
Or she had even thought that he might be just an ordinary man, that they had walked past each other a million times.
So many possibilities, yet she had never thought it would be this cold, lifeless tombstone.
