When Feng Chengjin left, he didn't know what had happened to the Feng Family.
He just sat in the backseat of the car driven by Xiao Zuo, looking at the sky in Rong City, his brows deeply furrowed.
Finally reaching this point, he didn't feel much pain from the rift and breakup with his family, rather he felt like a heavy burden in his heart had been lifted.
As the car made a turn, he paused for a moment, then spoke, "Let's go to the cemetery."
Xiao Zuo hesitated for a moment, then drove towards the cemetery.
By the time they arrived, the sky was already completely dark.
However, there were street lamps in the cemetery, their white light shining on the ground, making the green grass seem not so lonely and cold.
Besides, perhaps because Qingming Festival had just passed recently, people were still coming to pay their respects one after another.
As he walked along, the graves were adorned with flowers meant for tomb sweeping.
