The low and delicate voice rings in the ears, hooking the tip of people's hearts.

Luo Qiao's fingers paused slightly, I don't know if it was because of touching the wall of the coffee cup at this moment, and her fingertips were hot.

She slowly withdrew her hand and sat down in the office chair, leaning back, the corners of her mouth unconsciously curled.

On Ming Siran's side, I couldn't hear her voice for a long time, and her tone was slightly raised: "Huh? Reply, pretty sister. ”

Luo Qiao lowered her eyes and pulled the information in front of her, pursed her lips, and replied to him for a while: "...... Oh. ”

It seemed to hear his voice suddenly laughing: "That's it? ”

"That's it."

After a while, he smiled lazily and said yes, and he didn't force her, he was really busy on his side, and he didn't even have time to rest when he got off the plane to deal with all kinds of things.

Luo Qiao glanced at the phone that had hung up, and until it went black, he put it aside and started to read the information again.

However, she is much better at the moment than before she received the call, both mentally and in a much better mood.

……

Shen Jikong's funeral was completed in a light rain.

Neither of his parents showed up.

Shen Bohong Ling Chu may have resented him for handing over all his assets to an outsider, or maybe he didn't care at all, and he didn't even come to fight in person.

And when it comes to funerals, there are no ashes in the grave.

Luo Qiao, dressed in black, stood in front of the tombstone, quietly looking at the man who had left him in his youth forever.

In the photo, the man's facial features are superior and his complexion is outstanding, and his eyes are slightly lighter under his black hair, and he still has a familiar expressionless appearance.

Zhou Xu, Shen Jikong's subordinate next to him, looked at the person in the photo, his eyes were red, he was holding a black umbrella in his hand, he was playing for Luo Qiao, and the rain slid down the umbrella surface, dripping on the ground, making a soft sound.

Zhou Xu turned his head sideways and glanced at Luo Qiao, the woman only pulled up her hair simply, did not wear any jewelry, and had a plain face, and there was no emotion on her face.

He couldn't guess what kind of mood she was in right now.

The master chose such a result for her, he respected the master's wishes, and he didn't want to blame anyone in his heart, of course, he didn't feel resentful. I just still want to know how she is feeling now, and how she thinks of him.

I couldn't hear anything around except the sound of the dripping rain, however, in the nearly an hour that stood here, Luo Qiao didn't say a word from beginning to end, she just looked at the man's photo quietly, looking lonely.

It seemed that there were only two of them left in the entire cemetery, and the sky gradually darkened, until Zhou Xu's arm holding the umbrella felt numb, Luo Qiao came back to her senses, she withdrew her gaze from the photo, and turned her gaze away.

The voice was silent: "Let's go." ”

Zhou Xu paused and bowed his head: "Yes." ”

Shoes on the rain-stained stone pavement, surrounded by moisture, a season is about to pass.

Luo Qiao sat in the car and looked at the cemetery that was gradually moving away.

She lowered her gaze.

It's over.

……

Ming Siran is very busy at work, Luo Qiao also has a lot of things to deal with here, and for most of the next half a month, the only contact between the two of them is the phone call before going to bed every day.

However, due to the time difference, every time Luo Qiao was busy, it was already early in the morning.