For a moment, Lin Jinran's heart pounded

hite 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.Sud... rustling of turning pages, nothing else. 。An hour had passed unknowingly, and it was almost twelve o'clock. 。He faintly heard footsteps coming closer and closer. Lin Jinran closed the magazine, and...