Moussy snorted coldly: "Which eye did you see me going on a date? Are you lame?"

"you···"

"What are you? No one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak!"

Mu Siyin left this sentence, and walked into the building holding the flower, making Mu Xingyu angrily want to vomit blood.

When they entered the building, the old lady and Li Tongzhi were talking about something. Seeing Mou Siyin back with a bunch of flowers, the expressions of the two were surprised.

It is naturally the old lady who is happy, she is right, Moussein really didn't break up!

Li Tongzhi felt a little unacceptable. She frowned and stood up and said, "Mousseyin, which wild man gave you this?"

Mousse chuckled coldly, not wanting to say more to her, and directly dropped four words: "No comment."

"You, how come I am your stepmother, this is your attitude?!"

Li Tongzhi roared, thinking that Mou Siyin would refute something like before, but she just went upstairs holding the flower like this, completely neglecting her.

For a moment, the anger in her heart had nowhere to vent, and she had to swallow it into her stomach and take it herself.

The old lady raised her eyes and glanced at her: "What do you always care about with her? The flower must have been given by the prancing president. Who else can it be?"

"But she is not..."

"When did she say that she broke up?"

The old lady said a word, and immediately blocked Li Tongzhi speechless.

Mou Siyin went upstairs, took a picture of the flower, and sent it to Shi Beiyu with a string of words: The color of the flower is very beautiful, I like it very much, thank you.

Soon, Shi Beiyu came back: as long as you like it.

Seeing this, Mou Siyin's smile gradually disappeared, replaced by bursts of sorrow.

What if such a good man is really taken away by another woman?

Early the next morning, Mou Siyin was awakened by the pattering rain outside the window.

She turned over with the quilt and checked the time. It was just after seven o'clock.

I wanted to sleep for a while, but with a clever mind, she instantly sat up from the bed.

Today I am going to visit her sister and mother in the cemetery.

She quickly got up to wash, and when she went downstairs, there was no one in the living room. She ran to the kitchen to get a piece of bread and hurried out the door.

First go to the flower shop to buy flowers, then buy some offerings, and then walk to the cemetery.

The rain was not too heavy, but it was not too small. Although she was holding an umbrella, the hem of her skirt was splashed by the rain and it was slightly damp.

Mou Siyun’s favorite flower is red tulips. Mou Siyin specially bought a bunch of the freshest, and then brought her mother a bunch of purple chrysanthemums.

When everything was set up and arrived at the cemetery, it was already nine o'clock.

On the anniversary of Mou Siyun's death, the Mu family would never be there. It was Mou Siyun himself every year.

She put down the umbrella, came to the tombstone, put the flowers and sacrifices away, and then looked at the picture of Mou Siyun and sighed, "Sister, I'm coming to see you."

"Time flies so fast, you have been away for twelve years, how are you and your mom doing well over there?"

The sky was gloomy, and the drizzle kept falling, soaking Mou Siyin’s long hair and dress, but she didn’t know it. She continued to talk to the cold tombstone in front of her for nearly a year. Things that happened.

Time passed by, but Mou Siyin didn't mean to leave. In previous years, she would stay here for most of the day. Although it rained today, she didn't want to leave just like that.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps behind her, and before she looked back, an umbrella slowly covered the rain above her head...