Just like the last time she went on a blind date with him, he held her hand so naturally, so tightly that it seemed he would never let go.
He raised his eyes and looked quietly at Shi Jing's side face. He was still so handsome that it made people's hearts beat.
She didn't know when she started to skip her heartbeat many times because of such a handsome face, and couldn't help but want to take her eyes away from his face.
He followed Shi Jing quietly, bypassing one luxurious mausoleum after another, and stopped in front of a tombstone that was as luxurious as an imperial mausoleum.
Looking at the photo on the tomb, they are of a young couple. Just looking at the year engraved on the tomb, they have been dead for nearly twenty years.
They are.
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Qian Qianqian guessed in her heart that the couple in the photo had some familiar nobility and elegance between their eyebrows, as well as a natural confidence.
Even just a photo can't conceal the natural nobility that naturally exudes from their bodies.
They are like the mirror of time.
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Realizing this, she slowly cast her gaze toward Shi Jing, and saw him standing silently in front of the tombstone without saying a word, his thin lips pursed into a thin line.
Could it be that they are.
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Shi Jing’s parents?
She was guessing like this in her mind, and then she remembered that when she agreed to marry Shi Jing, his parents were not present.
The only parent I met before the wedding was Shi Jing’s grandfather, Mrs. Shi.
At that time, she was not very willing to marry him, so she did not inquire more about his relatives.
After carefully comparing the photos on the mausoleum, there are some similarities between the eyebrows and the mirror.
It seems.
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His parents have also died many years ago.
But.
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Why did he bring her to his parents' gravesite?
Feeling confused again in her heart, she looked at Shi Jing in confusion, hesitating whether to speak.
"They are my parents."
Finally, Shi Jing spoke calmly at this time. His voice sounded a bit normal, but it seemed to be somewhat deliberately suppressed.
Qian Qianqian was stunned, and at the same time, Shi Jing's answer confirmed her thoughts.
But at this time, she didn't know how to answer his words.
Just when he was thinking about what to say, Shi Jing suddenly heard Shi Jing chuckle as he looked at the photos on the tomb.
Although he was smiling, there was no smile in his eyes, instead there was a bit of biting coldness and sarcasm.
"Do you know how they died?"
He suddenly turned his head to look at her, his deep eyes looking deeply into hers, which made her heart skip a beat.
"I......"
She pursed her thin lips and frowned slightly, not knowing how to answer.
I just heard Shi Jing talking to himself, with a bit of reminiscence on his face, "Twenty years ago, they died in a car accident on the way to the court for divorce."
His tone sounded relaxed and casual, as if he was just talking to her about an insignificant matter.
However, the clenched fist made Qian Qianqian understand that in fact, he was just trying to suppress himself.
Her heart tightened slightly, and she cast her eyes towards him with some distress.
divorce.
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die.
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Twenty years ago, he was only an eight-year-old child, and yet he was allowed to face such two unacceptable tragedies.