Perhaps because it was already evening, and almost no one would come to visit the grave again, the few remaining bouquets of flowers in the candle shop were not fresh, and they were obviously chosen and born.

Qiao Yue tried to choose the best bouquet among the few remaining flowers.

She knew that her mother loved beauty and liked beautiful flowers, so she wanted to pick a bouquet that would look the best to bring to her mother.

Qiao Yue took the flowers, looked for her mother's tombstone, and walked up the steps one by one.

The rain was still falling, Qiao Yue didn't fight, and the thin silk just hit her hair and clothes, but the injured bouquet became more vivid because of the infiltration of the rain.

Fortunately, the rain was not very heavy, so Qiao Yue's clothes only had a thin layer of raindrops on the surface, but they did not soak through the clothes.

Qiao Yue was holding a yellow and white bouquet, and her expression looked solemn and gloomy in the rain.

She had misunderstood her mother for so many years, and even because of that misunderstanding, she was reluctant to come to see her for a while, and she owed her mother an apology.

Walking halfway up the mountain, Qiao Yue soon saw her mother's tombstone.

She walked over, crouched down, and removed the dried bouquet from the bottle, which she had placed here the last time she had been here, and now completely dry.

Qiao Yue carefully cleaned up the dried petals that had fallen around, and then reinserted the flowers she was holding into the bottle.

After doing all this, Qiao Yue, who was originally half-squatting, looked at the photo of her mother on the tombstone, and she knelt on her knees in front of the tombstone all of a sudden.

Tears silently slipped from his eyes and fell on the black tiled floor, blooming one after another black flowers.

"Mom, I'm sorry." In just a few words, Qiao Yue had already burst into tears, crying silently.

This apology was eight years late.

If she believed in her mother back then, forgave her and comforted her, wouldn't it be the ending she is today?

However, she has always indulged in her own world, and depression not only tortured her, but also exhausted her mother.

After her mother died, she almost never visited the cemetery except on the day she was buried.

When she first returned to Haishi, after many years, she came to see her mother for the first time, but she could no longer remember the location of her tombstone, so she could only go to the cemetery management office to check the files.

Thinking about it now, Qiao Yue really regretted not being at the beginning, and she couldn't wait to slap herself a few times.

"Mom, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I hurt you." Qiao Yue held on to the tombstone, looking at her mother's still gentle and young face, crying hoarsely.

"Mom, you must blame me, if it weren't for me, there wouldn't be that rumor, you wouldn't be unable to think about it, and Dad wouldn't go to jail, it's all my fault." Qiao Yue cried over and over again, and said while blaming herself.

However, no matter what she said, she did not get a single response, only the sound of the rain was dripping, and it was getting heavier and heavier.

After a long time, it was almost dark, and Qiao Yue saw the light of a flashlight shining from below, and she came back to her senses.

"Mom, I'll come back to see you in a few days." Qiao Yue looked at the photo of her mother on the tombstone and whispered.

Qiao Yue glanced at her mother reluctantly, stood up, held back her tears, and turned to leave.

"Girl, the park is closing." The cemetery keeper with a flashlight looked at Qiao Yue and said.

Qiao Yue nodded, didn't speak, and walked quickly towards the bottom of the mountain.

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