Gu Yuan placed the bouquet she was holding in front of the tombstone and said to the black-and-white photo on the tombstone, "The weather is nice today."
The only response to Gu Yuan came from the cold tombstone and that black-and-white photo.
Wen Fei, standing beside her, showed no reaction at all, completely like a stranger coldly watching.
Gu Yuan glanced sideways at Wen Fei and reminded her, "You should be talking to Dad now, not just standing here indifferently."
"What's there to say to a cold tombstone!" Wen Fei replied coldly.
Gu Yuan did not argue with her, merely said, "Whether you loved him or not, he was always your husband."
"No! He stopped being my husband long ago!" Wen Fei's reaction was heartless: "He's been dead for sixteen years, long enough for reincarnation. Do you think with this tombstone here, his soul is waiting here too?"
As she spoke, Wen Fei arched her thin eyebrows high, her expression both harsh and unfeeling.
