The next day.
Gu Yuan wore a black oversized trench coat, its hem reaching her ankles. Her hair was casually draped behind her, with no accessories on her person.
In contrast, Wen Fei.
Deliberately wore a fuchsia mixed with white dress, its skirt spread wide and long, her makeup as heavy as Cleopatra's, and her high heels were the same as last night.
Gu Yuan did not care about Wen Fei's attire, as every year in the past Wen Fei did the same. From initially finding it unacceptable, to eventually not bothering once it was out of sight, she chose to ignore it.
Because for her, as long as Wen Fei went to the cemetery to take a look at Dad, that was enough.
This was the wish she would fulfill for her father every year.
The car ride was quiet all the way.
Today, Gu Yuan wouldn't take any business calls, whereas Wen Fei seemed to have never-ending calls and conversations.
