"Xing Yi, I've come to see you!" Lin Yixun bowed down and placed the orchid in her hand in front of his grave, "Look, I didn't even know what your favorite flower was, so I could only guess and bought you a bunch of orchids. The orchid suits your temperament the best. I think you'd like it."
She spoke softly, but her only response was the biting cold wind.
Lin Yixun gave a bitter smile, her eyes lowered to the photo on the tombstone. In the photo, he still looked as gentle and jade-like as he was in life, his brows full of tenderness.
Lin Yixun reached out her hand, wiping the dust off the photo, and said quietly, "You might blame me for not coming to see you for so long. I wanted to, but I didn't dare. Not seeing you allows me to deceive myself into thinking that you are still alive, living well in some corner of the world. Coming to see you takes away even that last bit of hope."
