The images became blurred.
Yu Tingwan once again saw the familiar tombstone.
She saw Jiasan's face turn pale, as if unable to accept it, collapsing to the ground.
Is this... the continuation seen many times before?
Jiasan tried to reach out to touch the tombstone, her fingertips feeling the cold engravings, but quickly drew back as if burned.
"Qing Ying, mother's Qing Ying."
She couldn't bear it, her vision went black, and she fainted.
The servants were in chaos.
When she woke up again, she was in a carriage, and as soon as Jiasan opened her eyes, sparkling tears rolled down.
Gu Fuju had arrived at some point, and he raised his hand to pour water.
"The tombstone is empty."
"When I arrived, it was already too late."
He was still in his usual attire with a jade belt, impeccably neat and proper as always.
The teapot had long been emptied, water overflowing from the cup, dripping along the edge of the table.
