In front of his father's grave lay a bundle of fresh flowers, mostly white roses on the outside with indigo forget-me-nots in the middle. Under the sunlight, the indigo petals took on a gentle, light blue hue, and close up, one could still catch the blended fragrance of both kinds of flowers.
Chen Ming let his fingertips brush lightly across those petals, not knowing quite what to say.
At last, he could only let out a long, soft sigh: "Year after year, you always bring the exact same flowers."
Chapter 324