Chapter 1178: Chapter 1189: Worship (Part 4)

Jian Anning pinched him, then smiled at Aunt Sophia and said, “Don’t mind him, he often speaks and acts without thinking. But he doesn’t mean any harm.”

Aunt Sophia smiled, then suddenly said, “If Simon (Ma Xinyu’s English name) saw you smiling so happily, he’d probably be very glad too.”

At the mention of Ma Xinyu, Jian Anning’s smiling face slowly faded. Aunt Sophia quickly comforted her, “Don’t be sad, I believe Simon wouldn’t want to see you upset. You have such a good boyfriend now, he would be happy for you.”

Yu Zexiao also restrained his smile and came over to pat her shoulder. Jian Anning gave him a weak smile, as if to comfort him, “I’m fine. It’s been such a long time, I’m already okay.”

Though she said so, how could Yu Zexiao not know the place her father held in her heart? Even with low emotional intelligence, he merely clumsily patted her shoulder at this moment.

After a long while, Jian Anning finally stood up, “I’m going upstairs to change clothes.”

Her tone was noticeably low.

Yu Zexiao moved his lips, seemingly wanting to say something, but seeing Jian Anning’s expression, he couldn’t say anything.

Quickly, Jian Anning came down after changing into a black dress and outfit. Yu Zexiao, having flown over alone without other clothes, was fortunately not in gaudy attire. The two drove to the cemetery in the East District.

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Ma Xinyu and his parents’ graves are located at the boundary between the East and West Districts of Vancouver, backing the mountains and facing the sea, in a pleasant environment. Unlike Europe, where the atmosphere is sinister and horrific, the cemetery here seems almost like a tourist attraction.

The car parked in the cemetery’s parking lot outside, Jian Anning holding a bouquet of lilies and two bunches of yellow chrysanthemums bought from a florist outside, walked silently inside.

Lilies are the flowers her father loved most in life—also Aunt Qiu’s favorite. Even though this “Forest Cemetery” has a beautiful environment, even Yu Zexiao struggled to maintain a serious demeanor.

He really considers himself quite lucky. From childhood to adulthood, the only deceased relative he experienced was his great-grandfather. However, his great-grandfather was indeed very old, nearly ninety when he passed, considered a good death. Other than that, his parents are alive, and his grandparents are hale and hearty; the pain of losing such close relatives is something he has almost never experienced.

Ma Xinyu and his parents’ graves are at the highest point of the entire “Forest Cemetery,” from where one can gaze at the distant Vancouver Bay. The three graves are side by side. In the custom of Canada, no photos are on the tombstones, only names, years of birth and death, and place of origin.

Placing the flowers down, looking at the names on the tombstones, even after ten years, the feeling of pain still stabs her heart like a knife.

“Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, your daughter/granddaughter has been unfilial, visiting you only after so long.” The sea breeze blew her long hair, and the pines softly rustled. This season is not when everyone gathers for tomb-sweeping, so few people visit the cemetery. In the distance, only the chirping of birds on the branches and the distant sound of the wind and waves can be heard.