Touching the cheeks of Gu Nian in the photo, Mu Hanxue once again felt heartbroken.
He cried and pressed his forehead against the hard and cold tombstone.
"My dear wife, you really shouldn't cut off the marriage thread between us. As I said, even if you die, I can't live.
Wife, where do you want me to find you now?"
He didn't know how long he cried, but the night wind blew away the tears on his face again and again.
He took the shovel and dug up Yu Gu Nian's grave.
With the soil being turned over, Mu Hanxue seemed to be able to feel the breath of consideration.
When he finally saw the red lacquered large coffin, he could not control himself again.
"Niannian, Nian Nian..."
Lying on the coffin, Mu Hanxue wanted to die.
He didn't even notice that there was a person squatting by the grave.
Mu Zongming felt very regretful as he watched his last disciple, who he was most proud of, become like this.