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Time passed quickly.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

On the day of Zhang Qingqing's funeral, Jian Tong and Lee Tianxiang had both arrived at the scene.

It rained heavily that day.

Jian Tong, dressed in a black dress, stood in front of Zhang Qingqing's tombstone. Her entire face was filled with grief.

Looking at the picture on the tombstone, she was young and beautiful.

Until now