On her first day back in Beijing, Qi Si took Shen Yan to the selected gravesite, "I've had it looked at; this location is the most suitable."
Shen Yan glanced at the bag by her feet and said, "Then let's bury it."
Bury all of the past.
"Don't you want to pick a date?" Qi Si was taken aback.
"When you're hurt, you don't get the chance to pick a date, and I don't fuss over such formalities. This is just a set of bones; my true soul is still here, and there's even less need for these rituals," Shen Yan said with downcast eyes.
Qi Si silently watched her for a moment, "I'll have someone bring the tools right now."
Soon, someone brought the tools needed to dig the hole.
Seeing that neither of them intended to help, the person tactfully retreated.
Shen Yan took up the tools and set to work, with Qi Si silently joining her.
She wanted to bury the past with her own hands, and he was there accompanying her.
It took them half a day to get it right.
