C512 Chapter Five Hundred and Eight

After work, Wang Yuhao drove to the Elephant Mountain in the suburbs. The cemetery there was filled with Chen Xiaoqing's cinders. Only by coming here every day would the pain in Wang Yuhao's heart lessen, and his soul receive a sliver of comfort.

Wang Yuhao held a bunch of bird flowers in his left hand and a bottle of mineral water in his right hand. With a faint smile on his face