Chapter 122 She Couldn't Have Heard Wrong, Could She?

Jinran was a little flustered and secretly annoyed at herself. She had actually blurted out her subconscious thoughts, letting Fu Mo寒 hear them.She really wanted to knock herself out. Maybe if she wa...Fu Mo'han saw Lin Jinran still standing in place, and coldly said, "Follow me."

After he finished speaking, he ignored her and strode alone toward the gate of Lincheng Cemetery.

Lin Jinran silently followed behind Fu Mo'han. Her legs ached, and her body was extremely uncomfortable. She walked very slowly and soon fell behind Fu Mo'han by some distance.

Fu Mo Han walked to the steps at the foot of the mountain and saw Lin Jin Ran walking slowly, his sword eyebrows furrowed.

He, who had intended to hike up the mountain, changed his mind and walked over to the nearby elevated platform. He pressed the button for the transparent glass cable car. After the doors opened, he went in first.

Lin Jinran looked at the completely transparent glass cable car, hesitating and showing a reluctant expression.

She has a fear of heights, and she has a phobia of these completely transparent elevators.

Although this cable car isn't particularly high, it's still a few stories above ground and completely transparent.

Fu Mo Han saw the worry on Lin Jin Ran's small face, his sword eyebrows furrowed, and he coldly said, "Come in."

Lin Jinran had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk in with her eyes closed, silently telling herself over and over again, "Don't be afraid, it will be over soon, it will be over soon."

Fu MoHan glanced at her from the side. The little woman tightly closed her eyes, her small face was nervously fidgeting, and her fair fingers were clenched into fists, clutching onto the completely transparent elevator.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. She was afraid of heights

Long fingers pressed the numbers, and the glass cable car ascended. Inside the transparent cabin, the surrounding scenery was taken in.

Lincheng Cemetery occupies a mountain, carved into the sunny side of it. Rows upon rows of tombstones house souls within, and the surroundings are eerily quiet, as if no one else has ever visited save for them.

The graveyard the elevator passed through was very clean, not a single blade of grass or fallen leaf in sight. It's estimated that someone cleans it regularly.

Soon, the cable car reached the top of the mountain. After the door opened, Fu Mochen strode out and walked towards a tombstone.

Lin Jinran patted her chest and hurriedly got off the cable car to follow. Her gaze fell on the photo on the tombstone, a black-and-white picture of a woman with long hair draped over her shoulders, smiling softly. She looked very young.

She looked at the age engraved on the tombstone and silently calculated it, in her thirties.

Suddenly, Lin Jinran had a faint sigh. Being a mother at her prime, lying alone here, was also pitiful.

The sky was overcast, and fine rain began to fall once more. The icy raindrops landed on the earth as if lamenting for someone's sorrow.

Lin Jinran looked at the stalwart man's back in front of him, completely ignoring the drizzle falling on him. He stood motionless like a sculpture.

She couldn't see his expression, but she still saw pride and sadness in his back, a kind of aura that could not be concealed from the inside out.

Fu Mo's cold and stern face held a faint sadness. He lowered his head, his dark eyes staring quietly at the woman on the tombstone.

One knee was bent in a half-squat, and the bouquet of lilies held in her arms was gently placed before the tombstone.

Reaching into the pocket of his suit, he took out a white handkerchief and carefully wiped the dust off the black and white photograph.

Lin Jinran stood behind him, seeing this scene, inexplicably a little sad.

After wiping the photograph clean, Fu Mo Han crumpled the dusty paper towel in his palm, not caring at all if it got dirty.

He slowly stood up, bowing his head silently muttering.

After a long while, the man's low voice slowly sounded, without any ups and downs.

"Lin Jinran, come here."

A sudden shout made Lin Jinran's heart skip a beat, and she walked closer to Fu Mo Han.

She stood meekly before the tombstone, bowing reverently three times towards it.

Regardless of whether Fu Mochen would introduce her, she still possessed the necessary courtesy.

Fu Mo Han’s gaze lingered for a brief moment on Lin Jin Ran's head, which was adorned with rain droplets. His cold voice echoed in the icy rain, sounding especially grave, "Mom, this is my wife, Lin Jin Ran. I brought her here today, have a look."

Lin Jinran suddenly looked up at Fu Mo'han, his expression a mixture of disbelief and confusion. He couldn't quite believe what the man had just said.

Fu Mo Han admitted her identity, his wife

Did she hear that right.She endured the tears and walked to the table to gather up her manuscripts. These were all she had created in her spare time over the past few months.These things are useless to them, but they're ver...