Gu Jingshen bought a bouquet of chrysanthemums and went to the cemetery.
Before I walked over, I saw a tall and upright figure kneeling on one knee in front of the tombstone.
That man's hair was messy, his face was so pale that there was no color in it, and he was so haggard that Gu Jingshen almost didn't recognize him.
He thought Ji Sihan was going to say something to Shu Wan, so he stopped walking.
But after waiting for a long time, he didn't say anything, he just stared at the photo of his body and looked at it quietly.
Gu Jingshen picked up his steps, walked over, and placed the chrysanthemum in front of the tombstone.
Sensing someone coming, Ji Sihan's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not raise his head, as if he knew who was coming.
The two men just stood in front of the tombstone, looking at the photos of the deceased. They didn't speak to each other, and they didn't hate each other enough to drive them away.
After a long silence, Gu Jingshen spoke first: "Do you love her?"
Ji Sihan felt a pain in his heart, as if he was wrapped in some regret, making him feel like he was falling into an abyss and unable to extricate himself.
He raised his trembling hand and pressed his right wrist hard until the blood came out, and he felt a little better.
Seeing the wound on his wrist, Gu Jingshen seemed to understand something: "It seems you love her..."
Ji Sihan still pursed his thin lips and did not reply, but the hand pressing his right wrist became harder and harder.
Gu Jingshen glanced at him, but did not stop him from harming himself. He just continued to ask him: "Do you think she loves you?"
These words seemed to stimulate Ji Sihan. He finally raised his head and looked at Gu Jingshen with his scarlet eyes.
"The person he loves has always been you..."
In the past five years, she had always called Song Siyue's name in her sleep, and never called him once. How could she possibly love him.
However, the few words she left him made him feel that she might have been moved, but it was just a crush, not love.
Gu Jingshen suddenly felt that Ji Sihan was very pathetic. He couldn't even see Wanwan's thoughts clearly. No wonder he was so indifferent to her.
He didn't intend to tell Ji Sihan the truth, just let him live in the pain of mistakenly thinking that Wanwan didn't love him.
He stopped talking to Ji Sihan, took out a wedding photo from his suit pocket, and placed it in front of Wanwan's tombstone.
He looked at Wanwan's posthumous photo and said softly: "Wanwan, I kept my promise and brought you home. You will be my wife from now on."
Seeing the wedding photo, Ji Sihan's face suddenly turned pale: "You...married her?"
Seeing that Ji Sihan couldn't accept it, Gu Jingshen couldn't help but smile: "She is mine, is there anything wrong with getting married?"
Ji Sihan picked up the marriage certificate and when he saw the happy smiles of Shu Wan and Gu Jingshen on it, he suddenly went crazy with jealousy.
Like a madman, he tore up the marriage certificate out of control, and with red eyes, shouted hysterically at Gu Jingshen:
"She is not yours, she is mine, and I will not allow you to get married!"
He tore up the marriage certificate. Gu Jingshen was not angry, but looked at him calmly: "When she was with you, there were so many opportunities to give her status, but you only let her be a happy person. It's you
I have missed her, so what right do I have to prevent me from marrying her."
These words were like countless knives piercing Ji Sihan's heart.
The sharp blade struck him one after another, causing him pain.
He desperately tried to control his emotions, but found that the more he controlled, the more he collapsed.
He seemed to be pushed into an abyss of eternal destruction, and was in so much pain that he could not extricate himself.
When Gu Jingshen saw him like this, he had no sympathy at all. Instead, he knelt down next to him in the same posture of kneeling on one knee.
He looked straight at Ji Sihan, whose eyes were so red that he was about to shed tears, and said word by word: "You know, I have never touched her."