Si Xiaoshuang arrived by car, and in the vast noble palace, she searched for a long time before finding Tianye and Meiyu. However, Meiyu had already been buried, and all that could be seen was her elegant tombstone and Tianye kneeling silently before it.
Si Xiaoshuang walked over lightly, standing in front of Tianye, staring at him. The initial grief was gone, but sorrow had already been scattered.
Si Xiaoshuang turned to look at Meiyu, at her photo on the tombstone – so beautiful and cute, and so young. Seeing this, one couldn’t help but feel regretful.
She knelt down in front of Meiyu’s grave, her words choked with emotion, “Sister Meiyu, I am Si Xiaoshuang. Although we have never met, at this moment I can see your goodness from Brother Tianye’s eyes, and see the feelings between you and Brother Tianye. I think you must have been very happy together. You’re gone, and I’m sad, and Brother Tianye is even sadder. Can you come back? If you come back, maybe Brother Tianye won’t be so sad. If you’re both happy, I’ll be happy too.” Si Xiaoshuang finished speaking, pursed her lips, and kowtowed to Meiyu.
Tianye was stunned by Si Xiaoshuang’s words. He turned his head, looking at her beside him, watching her kowtowing and crying in front of Meiyu’s grave. Suddenly, he felt she was beautiful too, even bearing a slight resemblance to Meiyu.
