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After seeing Qiao Feng and others off, Qiao Chutian took Mai Xiaomai to Huang Wanrong's grave to visit her parents.
Next to the grave, a simple yet beautifully sturdy little house had been built.
Though small, it was complete with all necessary living facilities, including a kitchen and a bathroom.
Every day, someone would bring food and supplies up here.
Ye Li was under the blazing sun, making a wedding dress at the grave, completely absorbed.
Perhaps he had just finished, he stood up and shook out the white wedding dress in his hands.
In the sunlight, the wedding dress looked as beautiful as clouds, and the lilies on it seemed to bloom in an instant, extremely exquisite.
"So beautiful."
Mai Xiaomai, who walked over, marveled, "Much more beautiful than the previous one."
Only then did Ye Li see her and turned to give her a slight smile, "Rongrong would probably like it, right?"
