Francis Johnson said, "Don't look, I know who it is."
He didn't touch the bouquet but squatted down again, smoking and staring at the photo on the tombstone.
It was a strikingly beautiful young woman, with full lips and deeply expressive eyes.
Even through the photo, Lawrence Winters could see a wild streak in her eyes.
She murmured, "…This girl must be a very assertive person. She would definitely go after what she likes."
Francis Johnson paused for a moment, swiftly glanced at Lawrence Winters, and said gravely, "What are you talking about?"
"I'm reading faces…" Lawrence Winters shrank her neck, awkwardly saying, "But I'm not very accurate."
Francis Johnson quickly lifted his head, blinked, and said with a smile, "Not bad, pretty accurate."
After saying this, he seemed to have opened up.
"The person buried here was my fiancée."
"In the beginning, she pursued me, but at that time, I secretly liked someone else."
"I didn't dare confess, and she didn't dare make it clear."
