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Before going home, Xia Xing told Xi Mubai, "Let's go to Grandma's grave. I miss Grandma …"

"Yes." Xi Mubai answered calmly and drove the car in the direction of the cemetery.

The weather was just as cold as before, and the trees by the side of the road were still wooden. Xia Xing looked on, lost in thought, and greeted the person guarding the tomb