C1311 Stingy

Ye Zhiqiu stayed in the cemetery for a long time that day.

She half-squatted in front of the tombstone and quietly stared at the picture of Han Minjing on the tombstone. She did not speak, but she seemed to have said a lot.

Beside the fresh jasmine flower, there were a few pieces of dried jasmine flower petals.

Unlike the surrounding tombstones, Han Minjing's tombstones were very clean