“Where is your friend? Why isn’t she with you? How could she let you faint alone on Binhai Road?” Luo Xuan’s tone became angry.
Chu E closed her eyes, “She passed away. I just attended her funeral!”
Luo Xuan was stunned. “I’m sorry, Chu Chu…”
Chu E shook her head, tired, “Can I rest for a while? I’m so tired!”
“Yes, yes!” Luo Xuan hurriedly responded, carefully helping her lie down and gently covering her with a blanket. “I won’t disturb you. Have a good sleep!”
Luo Xuan stood there, angrily throwing the room card.
Early the next morning, Luo Xuan wanted to call Chen Yue for breakfast, knocking on the door for a long time with no response. When he called the front desk, the receptionist said Chen Yue had checked out early. He was stunned. He should have expected this – she was definitely avoiding him!
Luo Xuan anxiously called Chen Yue’s phone, but she never answered. “Damn!” he cursed, kicking over a nearby trash can.
He persistently continued calling her phone until finally she answered: “Hello!”
“Where are you?” he asked urgently.
She remained silent.
Luo Xuan became increasingly frustrated: “Shen Chen Yue, even as ordinary friends, you should say goodbye. Leaving without a word is not very considerate, right?”
“Luo Xuan, I’m sorry!” she said, “I’ve booked a room at another hotel!”
Luo Xuan was stunned, and after a long pause, said bitterly: “Where are you now?”
She sighed: “Why? Why get so entangled?”
“No,” he insisted, “I must see you. There are some things I need to say face to face!”
She was silent for a moment, then said: “Okay, I’m at the cemetery!”
Cemetery! Luo Xuan took a deep breath and rushed downstairs like the wind.
When he arrived at the cemetery, a light rain was falling. At Yun Lei’s grave, Chen Yue stood like a wooden sculpture, her face bearing an indelible sorrow.
Luo Xuan looked at the young woman’s smiling face on the tombstone and felt sympathy and compassion.
Lin Lan’s heart gradually settled within these serene scenes.
