The late autumn wind swept across the streets, carrying a biting chill. Lin Qingshuo stood before the stone monument in the cemetery, where Chen Sining's smile was forever frozen at the age of twenty-three. He gently wiped the photograph, whispering about recent trivial matters as if she could still reply to him.
"Visiting that old friend again?" Li Kening leaned against the entryway, her gaze following Lin Qingshuo's weary figure. He nodded, casually hanging his scarf on the coat rack with a natural familiarity, as if this exchange had been repeated countless times.
At night, Li Kening curled up beside Lin Qingshuo, watching him intently browse through old movies. The flickering light from the screen cast shadows across his face, and in a daze, she felt an invisible wall standing between them. "Ningning, look how interesting this part is," he murmured suddenly, his voice laced with a nostalgic tenderness. Yet only he knew that the name he was calling in his heart was "Sining."
Chapter 61