On April 4, 2012, it was spring again in the cemetery of W City during the Qingming Festival, with misty rain and falling rain, and it seemed that we were crying silently.
Today, Mo Yang wore a black dress and held an umbrella. She stood quietly in front of the tombstone without saying a word, letting time flow by.
The woman in the photo on the tombstone has a faint smile and is gentle and graceful. The bouquet of lilies beside the tombstone has become more elegant and beautiful after being baptized by the rain.
The sky was hazy and started to get dark. Mo Yang still didn't speak, turned around and left.
When Mo Yang went to the underground garage to pick up the car, he encountered some trouble
Several young men who looked like gangsters came over and said, "This lady..."
"Go away" Mo Yang interrupted the other party coldly.
Several young people were obviously frightened by Su Yang's cold tone. Looking at Su Yang's black clothes, he had a unique and cold aura. In addition, the garage was a bit dark and it was near a cemetery. It was very strange...
...
"Little Miss, put down all the valuable things on your body." The young man with yellow hair finished his words without confidence.
"I say it again, get out!" Mo Yang has no patience anymore.
The yellow-haired young man was sweating, a chill surged from behind, and his feet moved out of the way without obeying orders.
Mo Yang walked away with elegant steps, her high heels making regular sounds on the ground...
The young people looked at Mo Yang's leaving figure and broke out in a sweat.
Suddenly, a green-haired young man said in shock: "Look at her shadow, she is not a ghost."
When the other young people saw that there was indeed a shadow, they immediately caught up with Mo Yang.
After Mo Yang heard those words, a row of crows flew over his head, and his expression became even colder.
Several young people surrounded Mo Yang again, "Huh, put down all the valuables."
"Give you one more chance, get out." Today she doesn't want to hurt anyone, let alone kill.
The young man was startled by Mo Yang's aura again, but when he thought that the other party was just a rich girl, he became bolder. He approached Mo Yang and said, "Then don't blame our brothers for being rude."
Mo Yang didn't move, half-squinting his cold phoenix eyes.
"Stop, or I'll call the police." Then a man came over
The man seemed to be a prince who came from the dark night. He was slender and dressed in simple clothes. There was a touch of indifference and melancholy between his eyebrows. He was noble and noble, calm and elegant, calm and composed, with a calm demeanor.