"Ah Chi, buy a plot for her and bury her," Xia Pengpeng softly instructed.
"Yes." Ah Chi turned around and nodded at Xia Pengpeng.
...
When Ji Shaoyang heard the news of Xia Wen's passing, his heart ached.
He took the initiative to arrange Xia Wen's funeral.
Xia Pengpeng stood in front of Xia Wen's grave, looking at the black and white photo.
In front of the grave, there was only a bouquet of flowers, no one else around.
The sky was overcast, with a light drizzle falling.
Xia Pengpeng looked up at the gloomy sky when suddenly an umbrella was held over her head.
Ji Shaoyang?
Ji Shaoyang, dressed in a black suit, stood beside Xia Pengpeng.
"I didn't expect you to come to see her."
"To me, it's also a farewell," Xia Pengpeng softly replied.
"Pengpeng, I'm sorry, I let you down and also hurt Xia Wen."
"Now, there's no need to apologize for things of the past."
Ji Shaoyang's heart was filled with bitterness. Indeed, no amount of apologies could change anything.
