Do you need me to accompany you

On the day of Mu Xue's death, there was a light drizzle. The fog that flowed down from the drizzling rain made people feel a layer of chilliness in the grave.

Jiang Shuxia was wearing a long, smoke-gray dress with a bunch of pure white stallion lotuses in her arms. She got off the car and looked at the mountain top with her umbrella, slightly lowering her eyes.

The snake on the other side of the door opened, and when she heard a sound, she turned her head.

The man was wearing a black suit and was walking towards her with long legs. She slightly retracted her hand that was holding onto the umbrella handle. Her red lips were tightly pursed, and there was a hint of helplessness.

Lingxuyao did not hold onto an umbrella, his tall and straight figure looked especially tall under the gloomy light.

He walked steadily towards her, and Jiang Shuxia's hand that was holding onto the umbrella unconsciously lifted it up a little, covering him under the umbrella.