Capital.

    It was drizzling in the sky.

    Wanbaoshan, cemetery.

    Several men in black came from the foot of the mountain. They supported the men in dark suits and holding a black umbrella, walking slowly on the bluestone paved road.

    The man in a suit has a handsome face, a reserved and elegant demeanor.

    The drizzle hit the umbrella and made a slight ticking sound.

    In front of a large and a small tombstone, the group stopped.

    The gentle and noble man who was supported raised his black umbrella slightly, revealing Zhang Junmei''s indifferent facial features.

    He is the third master Huo, the legitimate grandson of the Huo family, who is said to be decisive and moody in the capital.

    "Third Master -"

    The bodyguard behind him will escort the lilies and sunflower bouquets that have not been contaminated by rain to Huo gentian.

    Xiuchang''s white jade hand stretched out slowly and took the bouquet handed by the bodyguard.

    He walked forward and squatted in front of the tomb. He put sunflowers in his hand in front of a small tombstone with Huo Yao''s name engraved on it.

    Far away, far away, this is his unborn child.

    Huo Gentiana stood in place, her dark and deep eyes filled with a little sadness.

    After a long time, he got up and came to one side and engraved Qin Ruan''s tombstone.

    His hands sent out a faint fragrance of flowers, which meant pure, beautiful and elegant lilies. He slowly put them down in front of the tomb.

    "Sorry, I''m late."

    Huo yungentian''s low hoarse voice sounded.

    He raised his hand and touched the name of Qin Ruan on the tombstone: "the people who designed to frame you have been found out. They will always live in pain and regret.

    Death is a relief for them. I''ll keep their lives and kowtow to you to make amends when they go down, okay? "

    At the end, his voice became soft, as if he were talking to a child.

    First met, they are dew love.

    Qin Ruan was not a little girl at that time.

    Recalling the long memory, Huo Gentiana''s eyes were cold like frost and snow, and the complexity and heaviness flashed in the depths of his eyes.

    He stood in his place in deep thought. He was handsome and cold. There was no expression on his face. His good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, and his thin lips pursed a cold line.

    Anyone around can see that third master Huo is in a bad mood.

    The cloudy sky was dark and the rain was getting heavier.

    The bodyguard came forward with the black windbreaker in his hand, put it on for the man standing in front of the tombstone, and whispered, "Third Master, it''s raining hard."

    Huo yungentian said well, pulled his windbreaker and stared deeply at the name of Qin Ruan and Huo Yao on the tombstone.

    His voice was low and inaudible: "I will often come to see your mother and son."

    This is the baby who likes this book. Don''t forget to join the bookshelf collection

    Reading Guide: the new book is set by metaphysics, which may be a little scary.

    Male name: Huo yungentian.