It seems so, yet it seems not so.
In any case, they are now the closest and yet the strangest people to each other in the world.
They exchanged a glance.
"Let's go, let's visit him."
"Sure."
They arrived once again at the familiar cliff, the sea breeze greeting them. Despite the fact that it wasn't too cold this season, they still felt a chill.
In front of Xu Musen's grave, on the tombstone, there was a photo of Xu Musen.
In the photo, he was still at the prime of his life, with a gentle smile that never changed.
But in front of the tombstone, they already bore the marks of time.
One couldn't help but wonder, whether surviving was a blessing or a curse.
"Honey, everything is as usual this year. I have learned to make many desserts, the ones you often made for me. I also brought them here for you…"
Yao Mingyue placed the desserts she made in front of the tombstone, slowly recounting the past year.
An Nuannuan quietly listened beside her.
