Yin Shaolong was a little dissatisfied, how could she be so calm about what she didn't say.

"Where are you going?"

"Well, I have something to do, but I can rush back for dinner, you and Hanghang will wait for me at home."

"Well, don't go unanswered." Yin Shaolong instructed uneasily.

"Got it." Xiang Tianqing didn't worry as much as he was, but hung up the phone directly.

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Tianqing looked at the note in his hand, closed the flower shop directly, and before leaving, he brought a bouquet of white roses, took a taxi and went directly to the address on the note.

After arriving at the cemetery, shuttling through a silent path, she could easily find the tablet number of the cemetery, but when she slowly stopped and saw the name and photo of the cemetery, the whole person was in great shock.

Alai.

It turned out that her full name was Xiang Tianlai.

Why... Why do you look so much like her......

And the thin woman in the photo is exactly the same as her, is the person in the photo really not her?

Xiang Tianqing's eyes were a little red, even she didn't know why, a heartfelt pain spread from the soles of her feet to her whole body, it was extremely familiar.

What's going on with all this?

Why is she so similar to her name, why does she look exactly like her, why do so many images flash through her mind......

Xiang Tianqing couldn't help but wonder if she would be Alai.

Otherwise, how can those images be interpreted?

But if she is Alai, who is the woman lying here, why do they all think she is dead?

If she is Alai, then what is her memory, why is there no memory of Yin Shaolong at all......

Xiang Tianqing stood alone in front of the tomb for a long time, and in the chaos, many pictures flashed in front of her, which made her a little upset.

It's as if something flashes by, she wants to catch it but can't, whenever she tries to find out the truth, only to find that she can't get anything.

Just then, a cell phone rang.

Xiang Tianqing came back to her senses, looked at Yin Shaolong, and picked up the phone with a somewhat complicated mood: "When will you come back?" ”

"I'll go back now, and I'll be home in about half an hour."

"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Tianqing let out a sigh of relief, put the bouquet in his hand in front of the tombstone, and said softly: "Am I you?" ”

The tombstone was still quiet, without the slightest response, the breeze blew, and the night was slightly cool.

Xiang Tianqing looked at the woman in the photo and said softly: "If I weren't you, I would take good care of him on your behalf." ”

The words fell, and she sighed softly, and she didn't stay any longer.

But after only taking a few steps, he slowly stopped again, turned his head to look at the other tombstone next to Xiang Tianlai, and the whole person was stunned again.

The photo on the tombstone is of a handsome man, with a touch of uninhibited between his eyebrows and eyes, but his eyes are warm.

Xiang Tianqi......

Tianqi's tombstone... How did it get here?

She clearly remembered that it was in another cemetery, and every year Qingming and his birthday, she would go over to see him.

Can... But this ...... in front of you

Xiang Tianqing involuntarily stepped forward, her fingertips fell on Xiang Tianqi's name, and gently stroked it: "Tianqi, why are you here?" ”

If she wasn't sure that she was Xiang Tianlai before, but at this moment, seeing the two tombstones standing side by side, she couldn't believe it anymore.