After saying that, he swung the shovel in his hand and started digging at the haystack.
With each inch he dug, his vacant eyes would change, showing both surprise and sorrow.
Finally, I could see that familiar dress clearly.
His last glimmer of hope died completely.
With a deafening roar, thunder shook the earth, and a bolt of lightning suddenly ripped through the sky, tearing apart the tranquil air with a torrential downpour.
Amidst the deafening thunder, there was the heart-wrenching cry of a man.
Amidst the fierce wind and torrential rain, there were a man's blood-red tears.
Chen Jinheng remained completely oblivious to the rain falling on him.
He knelt heavily on the ground, his hands slowly stroking the flowers on the haystack, tears streaming from his bloodshot eyes, watering the flowers drop by drop.
"Luo'er! I'm sorry! I'm late! If there is an afterlife, I still want to marry you."
Since Han Ying entered the manor to follow Chen Jinheng, she had never seen Chen Jinheng so grief-stricken.
Han Ying felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She went to Chen Jinheng's side and helped his swaying body.
"General Chen, please accept my condolences! I believe that the Second Madam would not want to see you in such pain."
No matter how Han Ying tried to persuade him, Chen Jinheng seemed not to hear her and, as if bewitched, walked step by step toward the person in the tomb.
Raindrops pattered on the skeleton, and Chen Jinheng's eyes were filled with sorrow.
He raised his hand, gently wiping the raindrops from the white bones, as if wiping away her tears, and said tenderly,
"Don't cry! Don't cry, Luo'er!"
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