So You Have Loved Me Too

She has an instinct that even if he is not here now, he must have been here.

He set this place as a forbidden place and no one is allowed to enter, not just to give his uncle's mother a quiet place to rest.

A place that only belongs to both of them.

He wants to be with his uncle's mother all his life, she has to be, not to mention... if he really can't think about it, he must be with his uncle's mother.

So how could she not come here?

Ji Anning hurried to the cemetery that was like a house.

It had just rained last night. In this originally damp forest garden, the plants are still dripping water, and a layer of moss has formed in the gap between the stones on the paved stone road.

Ji Chicheng was worried that Ji Anning would slip, and his steps would be larger and faster.

"Ji Anning, what are you running for?"

He caught up with Ji Anning, stretched out his hand to hold her, berated her, then raised his head and saw the cemetery, his expression changed.

Seeing horror in his eyes, Ji Anning turned his head and followed her gaze. There was a circle of flowers planted in front of the tall tomb, blooming vigorously and colorfully.

Due to height problems, Ji Anning's vision was blocked.

"What...what's wrong?"

She looked at Ji Chicheng nervously and asked quietly.

Ji Chicheng did not speak, let go of her hand, and took two steps forward with her long legs.

Suddenly, his pace quickened.

"Uncle."

Ji Anning's nervous heart was about to jump out.

Seeing Ji Chicheng's face pale, the housekeeper ran to the cemetery, thinking that something must have happened, and hurriedly followed suit, "Master."

Ji Anning, who ran the fastest just now, couldn't lift his feet now.

She stared in that direction in a daze, until she heard the housekeeper's nervous cry of "Mr. Char", her body trembled suddenly.

After reacting, her legs moved away, stunned, step by step towards the other side.

Ji Chicheng saw the man lying on the ground, wearing a white suit, with a light pink silk scarf in his chest pocket. He had a pair of nice hands, crossed and placed on his chest, slender body, lying straight. , In front of his...mother's tombstone.

I don’t care to take a closer look at the tombstone. I don’t care to take a good look at the pictures of his mother who has loved and hated for so many years.

It's just that Yu Guang inadvertently scanned the familiar two words, Wu Cai.

"Mr. Char, Mr. Char." The butler knelt down, lifted Char's upper body, and cried and cried.

His cry made Ji Chicheng recover from his stunnedness. He stepped forward, knelt down and stretched out his hand, putting his hand on Char's lips to try.

The cold lips are still warm inside.

He was overjoyed, and his dull eyes were raised, "There is still breathing."

Hearing this, the housekeeper stopped crying and wiped his face with a nose and tears with the back of his hand.

"You get out of the way." Ji Chicheng pushed the butler away, then he bent over, lowered his head, ears against Char's nose and mouth, and put a hand into Char's clothes.

The tone is more certain, "There is still a heartbeat, and call someone to come over."

The housekeeper yelled that Mr. Char had an accident, and the people guarding the garden showed up immediately. Four of them were women over one meter tall.

They were well-trained, and the four of them lifted Char easily, and the butler followed behind him.

Ji Chicheng raised his foot and prepared to follow them, but suddenly thought of something, his steps stopped again.