Chi Cheng, dressed in a dark gray suit and woolen coat, with clean jeans, sat directly in front of the tombstone without a care.
"It's not that I don't want to see you." Chi Cheng, who always had an upright posture, now slightly hunched his back and lowered his eyes. "It's just that I don't know what face to use to see you. The task you entrusted me with before you passed away, I still haven't completed..."
Ever since Chi Cheng's mother passed away, he was only in the fifth or sixth grade, and he went alone to study in England.
It's not that he was born with a deep mind, but if he didn't act that way, there would be no one to be strong for him.
Over the years abroad, Chi Cheng developed a strong inner self.
He was gentle to everyone, seemingly easy to get along with.
But no one could truly enter his heart.
Composed yet proud.
At any time, he could clearly plan everything.
But now, because of a girl named An Ran, everything was disrupted.
