Visiting Zhou Qingling’s Grave I

When Jiang Ruolan woke up, it was dawn. She set the alarm clock at 3 am because she wanted to fly to G City to visit her mother's grave before 8 am, but when she looked at the time, it was already at 6 am. It was early spring, the weather was very sunny outside, and the weather today looked very good.

The darkroom began to be illuminated by sunlight. Jiang Ruolan put her hand in front of her eyes, and as she turned around, she found Xian Zihao had already gone.

Jiang Ruolan looked at the cold spot beside her for a long time before she regained her senses. She stretched out her hand and caressed the place where Xian Zihao had slept.

Jiang Ruolan remembered her dream last night. Xian Zihao was covered in blood, and she couldn't grab onto him, couldn't even touch him. She screamed as she caught up to his footsteps, but she could never reached him no matter what.