The car returned to the apartment. Before Ling Yichen spoke, An Lan calmly said: "Achen, this matter will be resolved sooner or later. It's better that he knows it now, and I don't have to worry about revealing this secret that day. I will deal with everything after my parents are buried tomorrow."

Ling Yichen opened his mouth and wanted to say something, which eventually turned into a silent hug.

After gently hugging her, he asked her to rest early, and then returned to his apartment.

An Lan nodded, took her parents' urn and returned home, and was quiet all night.

The next morning, when An Lan went out, the two of them were waiting there. After nodding and saying hello, the group drove towards the cemetery.

The weather was soft, and a trace of sunlight shone through the shade of the trees. An Lan stood in front of her parents holding her urn. Her face was quiet, and she lowered her eyes slightly without saying a word, like a standing statue, but with silent sorrow.

Soon, the grave was opened, revealing a dark hole.

That day, Xia Ruoqi asked someone to dig the grave carefully. It was impossible to tell from the outside that the things inside had been stolen.

Now that she saw her parents' sleeping place was destroyed, her heart was as painful as if she had been stabbed.

An Lan held the urn tightly, stood there with red eyes, unable to hear what the people around him were saying.

It was not until a pair of big hands pressed on her shoulder that she suddenly came to her senses and looked up at him.

"Lanlan, let uncle and aunt sleep." Ling Yichen looked at her with a very pity.

Tears filled her eyes, and she subconsciously hugged her tighter, shook her head and looked reluctant, as if she would not lose it as long as she hugged her tightly.

Ling Yichen understood her pain and persuaded her softly: "Lanlan, I know you can't bear to leave your uncle and aunt. But now they also have their own place to go, so we should let them sleep well now."

An Lan could not refute and understood the truth in Ling Yichen's words. She reluctantly stroked the urn, just like holding her parents, closed her eyes and felt the feeling in their arms again before putting the urn in.

Seeing the grave recovered as before, An Lan put down the big stone in her heart, knelt in front of the tombstone, and kowtowed three times, saying with guilt: "Dad, mom, it's my daughter who is unfilial, and I will not be at peace after you leave! It's my daughter's incompetence that let the person who disturbs your sleep escape."

"Daughter dares not ask for your forgiveness. I just hope you can bless your daughter and catch the person who disturbs your sleep as soon as possible. This time, I will not let her go easily, nor will I let anyone disturb you again!"

She said, knocking a few more times, and the muffled sound made Feng Yu feel uncomfortable.

He stopped her two steps forward and said, "Enough, it's not your fault."

After hearing this, An Lan turned around and looked at him, with a faint sarcasm at the corner of her lips, and shook her head and said, "If it weren't for me, they wouldn't have suffered such unintentional disaster."

Although this sentence is a fact, it sounds a bit harsh to Feng Yu. In other words, he is the culprit who misbehaved Xia Ruoqi and caused everything to be confused.

After An Lan replied, he ignored him, turned around and accused his parents of a few words, and was helped up by Ling Yichen.

He looked at her red forehead with distress and helplessness, and whispered: "Uncle and aunt already know, they won't blame you."

An Lan nodded, and finally glanced at her parents before following Ling Yichen down the steps.

At the entrance of the cemetery, Feng Yu stood in front of An Lan, looking at her with long narrow eyes without saying anything, but the meaning was that anyone could see.

Ling Yichen frowned and blocked her in front of her, and coldly looked at Feng Yu and said in a deep voice: "Feng Yu, with me here, don't even think about taking her away!"

"Ling Yichen, I think you are overestimating your abilities!"

The two of them were tense, An Lan frowned and shouted softly, looking at Feng Yu and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

With her arms tightened, she turned to look at Ling Yichen's worried eyes, then bent her lips and smiled, patted his hand and said, "Believe me, wait for me."

Ling Yichen grabbed her hands tighter, and his expression became even more nervous, and he whispered: "Lanlan, I can't let you face it alone..."

"I know you are nervous about me, but please believe me! Ling Yichen, I will only be yours in this life, and death will only be your ghost, and no one can take me away."

After hearing her words, Feng Yu raised his thick eyebrows, a vicious look flashed in his eyes, but he still controlled his temper.
Chapter completed!