"Gentlemen, this way please. Just go straight ahead and follow it to the end."
Thank you.
Ling Mo nodded slightly, and as she looked up, she saw a tall man walking towards her.
The man exuded an air of nobility that was unattainable, which made Ling Mo take another look at him.
His large cloak and wide-brimmed hat instantly created a powerful atmosphere, making him look like a peerless warlord from the era of warlordism.
Noticing Ling Mo's gaze, the man's sharp eyes, hidden under the brim of his hat, also locked onto Ling Mo's small face, which was not yet fully developed but was still captivating.
"Strange... I feel like I've seen this little girl somewhere before?"
The man paused slightly and spoke in a low voice to his assistant, who was dressed in a Zhongshan suit.
"Should I have someone investigate that young girl's background?"
"No need. I don't know anyone around Linjiang. Make the arrangements and I'll return to M Continent immediately."
The man shook his head, though he also found it strange that he felt an inexplicable sense of kinship with a complete stranger.
However, he didn't think about it in detail.
Whenever he visited Shi Ying at the cemetery, he always seemed particularly downcast.
I was so depressed that I couldn't think about anything else.
"Old Master Lu's birthday banquet is at the end of this month. Why don't you wait until after the banquet to return to M Continent?"
"Saving lives is the priority. Xuan An has been missing for many years, and we finally found his trail with great difficulty. I must get back as soon as possible."
As the man spoke, he suddenly looked at Qin Beiming, who was standing beside Ling Mo, and said, "Why do I feel like this kid looks exactly like someone from the Qin family?"
His assistant pushed up his glasses, stared at Qin Beiming for a long while, and then answered confidently:
"This is the third young master of the Qin family. In recent years, the Qin family has also experienced many changes. The eldest and second young masters of the Qin family have run into trouble one after another. Among the grandchildren, apart from the fourth young master of the Qin family who has been involved in the entertainment industry for many years, only the third young master of the Qin family is able to stand on his own."
Unfortunately, the third young master of the Qin family had always been in poor health. There were even rumors that he was destined not to live past the age of twenty-five.
"It's such a pity that someone so young is suffering from a terminal illness."
The man sighed deeply, recalling Shi Ying who had died young in the prime of her life, and a deep sadness welled up within him.
"Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, someone else would show up in the cemetery besides us."
Ling Mo said this, then suddenly turned around and looked at the man's receding figure with a hint of curiosity.
"You seem quite curious about him?"
Qin Beiming raised his eyebrows, his words carrying an obvious hint of sourness.
"It's not so much curiosity. It's just that I feel like I've seen that person somewhere before, there's a strange sense of familiarity."
Ling Mo shook his head, not taking the matter to heart, and went straight to Shi Ying's grave.
This was the first time in seventeen years that she had come to visit Shi Ying.
The main reason they were so reluctant to come was that Shi Ying's body had never been kept in the cemetery.
If we really want to trace this back, we have to go back to seventeen years ago.
Back then, as soon as news of Shi Ying's death spread, her body had already vanished.
It is said that Ling Yunlong spent a lot of money and manpower to find Shi Ying's body, and it took him more than a month to finally give up.
Ling Mo pondered that since Shi Ying died from the potent poison "Old Man's Cry," her appearance must have changed drastically before her death. Jiang Fangshu and Su Yu must have been worried that Ling Yunlong would discover something amiss, which is why they hid Shi Ying's body elsewhere.
Therefore, finding Shi Ying's body would be like searching for a needle in a haystack...
After a long while, Ling Mo finally came to his senses, slowly reached out, and carefully touched Shi Ying's black and white photo on the cemetery wall, whispering:
"Mom, I'm home."
As soon as she finished speaking, the cemetery fell silent except for the faint sound of the wind.
Qin Beiming silently looked at Ling Mo, whose brows and eyes revealed a faint sorrow, and suddenly mustered up his courage to grasp her cold hand tightly.
"I'm fine."
Ling Mo was not used to showing his vulnerable side in front of others, so he subconsciously lowered his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips.
However, the moment she lowered her eyes, she was surprised to find a bunch of bright red roses at her feet.
"Could it be that someone else came here before us?"
Ling Mo felt suspicious and squatted down to carefully examine the bunch of red roses in full bloom at the foot of the tombstone.
The bouquet was unsigned, so it was impossible to determine who had sent it.
However, judging from the freshness of the bouquet, it must have been just wrapped.
Thinking this, Ling Mo suddenly became alert, and the man he had encountered a few minutes earlier flashed through his mind.
Could it be that the red roses at her mother's grave were brought by him?
Qin Beiming and Ling Mo were clearly thinking the same thing.
Without saying a word, he grabbed her hand and ran out of the cemetery.
"Have you two perhaps encountered some kind of supernatural phenomenon?"
When the cemetery caretaker saw Qin Beiming and Ling Mo run out so quickly, he stared wide-eyed in astonishment and asked in a daze.
Qin Beiming cut to the chase and asked:
"Did that person bring the red roses to the grave?"
"You mean that gentleman? He comes here several times a year."
"Do you know that person's name and background?" Ling Mo asked anxiously, a departure from his usual calm demeanor.
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