"You don't have to follow me?"

Even if he knew she was still alive, Yin xiangze, after all Qi Yan Shang is unforgivable and unforgivable. Isn't it strange that he still follows them to worship the man?

Besides, Yin xiangze doesn't want to see this man.

Qi Yanshang saw the emotion in the woman's eyes. His thin lip was hooked, and his voice was low, but there was a little tenderness in his voice: "after all, he is your brother. Let's let go of our present relationship."

Yin Qinghuan:

It's like an old man chanting sutras. It's not like what Qi Yan's chamber of Commerce said. This man is not devoting himself to practicing Buddhist scriptures recently?

"Mr. Qi, let's forget it." At this time, Yin's mother made a quiet voice, her back to Qi Yanshang, and her eyes were dim.

She didn't want her enemy standing in front of her son's grave.

The man's cold eyes were stunned, and then stopped. The long and narrow eyes looked at the mother and daughter who were drifting away in front of him, and their eyes were deep.

In the quiet cemetery, there is no noise, everything around is very quiet, even the wind can be heard.

Yin Qinghuan leaned over and put the flowers in front of the tombstone. Looking at the name on the tombstone, Yin Qinghuan glanced across a different emotion that was not easy to detect.

It turned out that time really easy to dilute many things. For example, now, when she faced his tombstone, the pain in her heart was no longer, and she no longer hated him.

Does this mean that this person, she really put down.

"Xiangze, your sister and I are very well now. You can rest assured there."

Yin's mother's eyes gradually became moist. In the final analysis, it was her own fault that she did not teach her parents. She did not find out her son's paranoia earlier. He could not forgive what he had done to Qiao Yunuo, but as a mother, she could not blame.

Think about it. She's sorry for the dead Miss Joe.

Yin Qinghuan stood in front of the tomb, silent, did not say a word.

She didn't listen to what Yin's mother said until her mother lowered her head and cried. She put her arms around Yin's shoulder and gently comforted, "Mom, don't cry. He doesn't want to see you like this."

Yin's mother nodded, then thought of something, looked at her daughter and said, "you talk to your brother, your business..."

Yin Qinghuan naturally knows that Yin's mother is talking about what she and Qi Yanshang are now together. As a mother, Yin's mother does not object to, but does not support.

Just do not know, went to another world's son, can understand Qinghuan today's choice.

After saying this, Yin's mother turned away slowly and went down the steps.

Alone left Yin Qinghuan standing in front of the tombstone, there was no response for a long time.

Time minute by second in the walk, around very quiet, she looked at the name on the tombstone, do not know what to say.

After a long silence, she lifted her lips, and her voice was soft and quiet --

"Yin xiangze, I forgive you."

For you, no hate, also Abandoned that memory.

"If you can hear me, I hope You're in another world, you can let yourself go. "

She lowered her head and was lonely. A tall figure was cast behind her. The deep voice of the man was penetrating --

"I don't want to let go of myself, let alone you."

All of a sudden, Yin Qinghuan turned around and looked at the man close at hand. For a moment, his heart trembled.

He

Isn't he waiting outside the cemetery? How dare he come here Wait, what did he just say?

"Qi Yanshang, you..."

"I don't like the name you call me," the man said, with his deep, angular features. "I don't want you to forgive me, giovino."