Qiao Lian widened her eyes in shock and stared in disbelief at the scene before her .
It was a vast plot of uncultivated land and in the distance, she saw rows of tombstones .
This… was a cemetery .
She wanted to see Zi Chuan, but the captain had brought her to the cemetery .
A horrible feeling suddenly came to her and rapidly, it spread to every cell of her body .
She turned back to look at the captain, there was unmistakable fear written all over her face .
The captain then nodded . “Your eyes are not playing tricks . Zi Chuan is dead . ”
Qiao Lian stood before the white tombstone, staring wordlessly at it .
There was a picture on the tombstone .
But time had left its mark on the picture, it had lost its definition . In fact, it was blurry .
Still, it could be made out that the person had had attractive features .
Although he was not as exquisite looking as Shen Liangchuan, he was nevertheless a handsome man .
On the tombstone it was written: Zhou Song’s Grave .
For the first time, she found out that Zi Chuan’s surname was Zhou .
Qiao Lian kept quiet and continued to read what was carved into the stone . The date of his death had been… July 21st, eight years ago?
Qiao Lian froze .
If she was not mistaken, that year, she and Zi Chuan had planned to meet on July 20th .
On the morning of 21st July, he had called her and left a voice message: “Xiao Qiao, farewell, we shall not be meeting again . ”
She clenched her fists and turned to look at the captain . “How- how did he die?”
The captain sighed and said, “I’m not sure of the details, but I only know that it was a car accident . They tried to save him but it was in vain . He died on July 21st . ”
On hearing this, her legs gave way and she fell on the ground .
An accident…
They had tried to save him in vain . He had died on July 21st .
But before he died, he had called her to say goodbye .
At that time, she had not understood what was wrong with him .
Now she finally understood .
He must have gotten into an accident on the way to see her .
And he hadn’t wanted her to be sad or to feel guilty, hence, he had left such a strange message .
Zi Chuan… Zi Chuan!!
Her eyes turned red and she felt something draining all the energy out of her body .
The scenes of her playing games with Zi Chuan eight years ago suddenly flooded her mind .
Whenever she was slayed, she would yell, “Zi Chuan, kill them!”
He would always chide her for being stupid, but would inevitably avenge her .
“Zi Chuan, I’m not sure how to solve this problem!”
He would always remark that she was an idiot, and then patiently explain the solution to her over and over again .
Indeed .
That detestable Zi Chuan .
He would talk to her every day in that adolescent breaking voice of his, across the distance that separated them .
He was a strict person with a foul temper and wouldn’t think twice before giving someone a dressing down .
But with Xiao Qiao, he was patient .
She sat before the tombstone and stared at the picture on it .
She couldn’t imagine what he had looked like in real life, staring at the blurry picture .
Now she felt as though her heart had been ripped apart, bleeding and writhing in pain .
All these years, she had never thought that this would be the way she would finally meet with him .
There had been many scenarios, many possibilities .
That he would be married, standing before her with his arm lovingly placed across her shoulders .
That he would be devastated, crying and pleading for her forgiveness as he held her in a deep embrace .
That he would have struck it rich and would look at her with a pompous smile, saying with a cheating tone, “Oh, so you’re Xiao Qiao . ”
Or she had even thought that he might be just an ordinary man, that they had walked past each other a million times .
So many possibilities, yet she had never thought it would be this cold, lifeless tombstone .