Dan Jinxi looked at the woman in front of him whose name sounded similar to Su Xiaoxiao's, and found himself chatting with her without realizing it.

He had thought about the same question she asked before, but the answer remained the same.

"Xiaoxiao and I are not partners who want to spend our lives together. I will spoil her, love her, and cherish her because I am her brother. I have imagined that when Xiaoxiao finds the person she can entrust her life to, I will walk her down the aisle at her wedding and solemnly hand her over to the man who can accompany her for the rest of her life, entrusting my most beloved sister to that person."

"I'm...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you such a cruel question."

Su Xiaoxiao already knew the answer, but after overhearing the staff's conversation, she felt a little uneasy.

After glancing at her, Shan Jinxi once again placed his hand on the photo on the tombstone, a deep sense of self-reproach in his eyes.

"Xiaoxiao, I thought I could watch you find true love, get married, have children, and live happily ever after. But I never expected..."

"President Shan, the dead cannot be brought back to life. I hope you can find solace in your grief. If Miss Su knew you were here with her every day, she would be heartbroken."

Su Xiaoxiao really wanted to tell him her identity, but she was too timid to tell him. She looked up at the darkening sky and forced her tears back into her eyes.

"President Shan, it's getting late, I should go home now."

"Take it!"

Just as Su Xiaoxiao was about to leave, Shan Jinxi picked up the white chrysanthemum she had placed beside her without hesitation. When he handed it to her, the coldness in his eyes faded a bit.

"Xiaoxiao doesn't like white chrysanthemums. Next time you want to thank her, bring white roses."

"I see."

With trembling hands, Su Xiaoxiao took the flowers from his hands. As she turned to leave, tears still streamed down her face.

Shan Jinxi is the person she owes the most in this world, besides her grandfather.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't throw away the flowers, nor did she leave immediately. Instead, she walked to the outermost steps, hugged the white chrysanthemums in her arms, sat down on the steps, and quietly looked at his back.

Time passed second by second, and Shan Jinxi remained in that position without moving or turning around, unaware that his beloved younger sister was watching him from not far behind.

...

On the other side.

After Nangong Yi got home, he waited until dark but Su Xiaoxiao didn't return. When she didn't answer his phone or reply to his messages, worry immediately appeared in his eyes.

When she said she wanted to tell someone about her happiness, the first person he thought of was her grandfather, but he didn't see her at the hospital.

Who could that person be?

Nangong Yi immediately called the bodyguard who was secretly protecting Su Xiaoxiao. Only when he learned that she was at the cemetery did he realize who she had gone to see.

"Silly boy."

Nangong Yi immediately drove there. He almost forgot that Su Xiaoxiao's mother died of postpartum hemorrhage after giving birth to her. This had always been a thorn in her side and the only reason she was willing to accept her father's second marriage.

When Nangong Yi arrived at the cemetery, bodyguards were already waiting outside the gate.

“Young Master, we were worried that the Young Madam would find out, so we stayed outside the gate and didn’t drive in. I went in an hour ago, and it was almost closing time when the Young Madam came out of the flower shop after buying white chrysanthemums, so I didn’t follow her.”

"Um."

Nangong Yi nodded and quickly went in through the small door on the side.