Ji Anning was very surprised, she walked around the Roman-style building for a long ti and finally saw a small path, which she assud was the front of the building.
She quickened her pace.
When she saw what she thought was the "door", her face turned pale instantly, all her hairs stood on end, and she only felt a strong chill penetrate her body from the soles of her feet.
The tomb, this beautiful building, was actually a tomb.
’Caw... Caw...’
Just then, two crows suddenly flew over in the sky, their cries sending shivers down the spine, and Ji Anning stepped back in fright.
She opened her mouth wide, gazing at the tombstone of the tomb. The epitaph was in Chinese, too far away and very strangely, the characters were too small; she couldn’t make out what was written.
Ji Anning swallowed saliva and, gathering her courage, moved closer to the tombstone.
Wanting to see what was written on it.
Grave of beloved wife Wucai!
A bunch of words, Ji Anning had just seen the first line when suddenly a chilling voice rang out behind her.
"Niannian, don’t you know this place is off-limits?"
It was Charles.
Ji Anning clenched her fists, her palms full of sweat, she held her breath, not daring to turn around.
She thought, at this mont, was Charles pointing a gun at her? She tilted her head and peeked backward cautiously, catching a glimpse of the tall figure of the man slowly approaching, carrying a somber air.
Ji Anning swallowed again, gradually she heard Charles’s footsteps.
Since she was already in, it was better to let him deal with her as he wished; being tense and uneasy here was of no use.
Ji Anning thought, took courage, turned around, and pretended to be calm as she faced Charles, pointing to the tombstone in front asking, "Mr. Charles, is this your wife’s grave?"
"Yes," Charles nodded, his steps had also reached the tombstone, his deep blue eyes tenderly gazing at the words ’beloved wife Wucai’ on the tombstone, murmuring, "My beautiful wife."
With that, he bent down and gently kissed the na ’Wucai’ on the tombstone.
At that mont, every move Charles made was filled with profound affection in Ji Anning’s eyes.
Ji Anning was astonished and surprised.
Charles gave her the impression of being unpredictable, part angel and part demon, capable of being gentle enough to srize, yet demon-like enough to make one wish to tear him apart with bare hands.
But she could never associate him with a man passionately in love.
She had never imagined that this curious forbidden area could actually be his wife’s tomb.
"She did not like to talk, liked tranquility, disfavored encountering strangers."
Charles suddenly spoke again, this ti looking at Ji Anning.
From his gaze and tone, she could sense that he was angry, she bit her lip, unsure of what excuse to use to justify herself.
Because she was completely driven by curiosity.
She bit her lip, kept her head down, and said nothing, then Charles suddenly stepped closer to her, looking down at her, and commanded, "Bow your head to her, apologize, and don’t co here again."
Ji Anning looked up, eting his gaze without servility or arrogance, "You let in, isn’t it just to let know about her existence here, in the Charles family ho?"
Otherwise, with so many people trying to break in without success, how could she have made it in?
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