She had deleted Qiao Shaoting's cell phone number after they separated, but the records on her cell phone could be deleted, not for the records in her head.

In her head, she still clearly retained Qiao Shaoting's cell phone number.

Soon, the call came through.

"This is Qin Yu," she said directly.

The other party was silent for a moment before speaking, "What's up?"

"I came to the North and wanted to see Xiaorou," Qin Yu said, "Can you tell me where she was buried?"

Again, there was silence.

Qin Yu was in no hurry and waited quietly.

After a moment, Qiao Shaoting said, "Where are you? I'm coming over now." After a pause, he added, "I'll take you there."

...

Fifteen minutes later, Qiao Shaoting came.

Qin Yu got into the car.

Qiao Shaoting's car drove through the streets of the North and Qin Yu's eyes looked through the car window.

The familiar yet unfamiliar streets made her gaze sway slightly.

Finally, they arrived at the cemetery.

Qin Xiaorou's tombstone was at the far corner of the cemetery.

Qin Yu stood in front of the tombstone for a long time, and finally put a bouquet of lilies and the "Xiaorou" bread she had brought specially.

After leaving the cemetery, Qiao Shaoting wanted to send Qin Yu to City A.

Qin Yu said, "No need. I can go back by myself."

Qiao Shaoting was silent for a while before he said, "I'll take you there, after all, we will see each other less and less often."

Even no.

These words made Qin Yu hold her breath and then she nodded and whispered, "Okay."

The car was driving towards City A.

Qin Yu unintentionally cast a glance and saw the side face of Qiao Shaoting.

Qiao Shaoting seemed to have lost a lot of weight, appearing to have a more defined jawline that was already superior.

In her heart, a sudden surge of emotions.

It made her open her mouth, "How are you doing lately?"

"Very well, how about you?" Qiao Shaoting said in a low voice.

"I'm fine too." Qin Yu said, "My bakery business is getting better and better."

"That's good."

There were no more words to each other.

They were silent all the way until Qiao Shaoting sent Qin Yu to her home.

Qin Yu still lived in the original neighborhood.

Although the bakery brought enough profit for her to buy the best house in the city, she still insisted on living here.

Because this was the home she once shared with Qin Lang.

At the sight of the once familiar place, Qiao Shaoting's throat was suddenly a little dry.

Qin Yu pushed open the car door.

She smiled at Qiao Shaoting, "I'm leaving, bye."

It was strange.

Once she hated Qiao Shaoting, and her attitude was evasive.

But since Qiao Shaoting came to see her when she was sick, and his head turned white overnight, her hatred of Qiao Shaoting, her resistance to Qiao Shaoting had suddenly dissipated to nothing.

Now Qiao Shaoting was like the most familiar stranger to her.

"Qin Yu." Qiao Shaoting opened his mouth suddenly.

Qin Yu stopped in her tracks, turned around, and looked at Qiao Shaoting with a questioning look.

Qiao Shaoting's throat became drier and drier.

He wanted to say something, but the figure of Qin Xiaorou crossed his mind.

Finally, he didn't say anything.

"Rest early." In the end, a thousand words only turned into these most ordinary polite words.

Qin Yu nodded, "You too."

...

Qiao Shaoting watched Qin Yu go upstairs until her figure disappeared.

He took his eyes off her, his heart sore.

It had been so long. He had thought he should have forgotten about Qin Yu.

After all, there was a woman who had lost her life for him.