Cloudy. The sky is low and the clouds are dark. The cemetery was covered with trees, and it was as cold and silent as ever.

An old woman stood in front of the new grave, wiping her tears with a handkerchief from time to time. The snow-white hair trembled in the late north wind. The hands covered with age spots stroked the hard and cold tombstone over and over again, like caressing their own dear children. I don't know who is sleeping in the loess, under the bluestone?

When passing by Chu Xinghe's tomb, her tearful eyes inadvertently met Xiao Duxue's sad eyes, and then popped away. Two women who have lost their loved ones, because of the meeting of their eyes at this moment, can read the unspeakable and inconsolable wounds in each other's hearts......

"A Thousand Knots of Love and Floating Life" A Thousand Knots: Chapter 107: The so-called surviving people are hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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