ith a concrete slab and then began shoveling dirt into it, one shovelful, two shovelfuls, three shovelfuls....Gradually, the soil covered the urn, burying it deeper. Lin Jinran remained kneeling there...Lin Jinran was startled, then her eyes widened in surprise. She stepped down the stairs excitedly step by step. 。

The man standing beside the swing glanced at him and strode over. He extended his right hand gracefully, and Lin Jinran's lips curled into a smile as he raised his hand to clasp the man's palm. 。With a slight squeeze of her hand, Fu MoHan led her towards the wooden swing. 。

“Slow down”he past is always before our eyes, yet it seems strangely distant. 。"I know it's not you" 。Fu Mo'han sighed softly, his voice carrying a hint of sadness. 。Lin Ruochu's heart skipped a beat. "You kno...