Chapter 539, Jian Wan's Old Things

"So, that past was imperfect?" Jian Xi immediately seized the main point.

"Yes."

Jian Xi felt a tightness in her chest, "How imperfect?"

Qiao Yonghui sighed softly, his gaze distant and sorrowful, "Xiao Xi, stop obsessing over the past, what you should cherish is right in front of you..."

Such philosophical words, surprisingly, came from Qiao Yonghui's mouth.

Looking at him, Jian Xi really wanted to mock him out of habit, but as she opened her mouth, she couldn't say anything, feeling choked up inside.

"I'm going to see my mom."

Jian Xi strode into the cemetery, searching for Jian Wan's tombstone.

Actually, it was easy to find. Among a row of desolate graves, only Jian Xi's mother's grave was decorated with fresh flowers.

Bright red roses, symbolizing love.

Huh, what talk of love when one is dead?

Jian Xi's lips curled into a scornful smile, yet her heart ached unbearably.

The grave was clean, front and back, and not a speck of dust sat on the photo on the tombstone.