Fan Rou waved her hand, "No, no need."
"Then goodbye, let's meet again." Ye Ranran closed the car window.
All the way, Ye Ranran remained very calm, excessively calm; it was this very calmness that made Fan Rou feel uneasy.
She secretly followed Ye Ranran.
But she didn't expect Ye Ranran's driving skills to be so good. She followed until she lost her.
Watching the cars passing back and forth, Fan Rou stamped her foot.
Ye Ranran placed flowers in front of Song Ze's grave; she also bought vegetables and soup, as well as rice and rice noodles.
She laid out the items and finally sat down leaning against Song Ze's tombstone.
"I'm visiting you again," she looked up at the sky.
"I said last time that I would bring something for you, and I remembered this time."
"I'm sick. After visiting this time, I don't know when I'll be able to come again."
"I remember you don't like drinking alcohol, so I didn't buy you any. You're not mad, are you?" She withdrew her gaze.
